Don McLean - Vincent

Starry, starry ni^Gght ^Gsus4 Paint your palette b^Amlue and gray Look out on a su^Cmmer's day With e^Dyes that know the darkness in my s^Goul Shadows on the hi^Glls Sketch the trees and the daff^Amodils Catch the breeze and the wi^Cnter chills In col^Dors on the snowy linen la^Dnd

Now I underst^Amand ^D7What you tried to s^Gay ^Dto m^Ee And how you suffered for your sa^Am7nity ^DAnd how you tried to set them f^Emree They would not listen, they did ^A7not know how ^Am7Perha^Dps they'll listen n^Gow

Starry, starry ni^Gght^Gsus4 Flaming flowers that bri^Amghtly blaze Swirling clouds in vi^Colet haze Refl^Dect in Vincent's eyes of china bl^Gue Colors changing h^Gue ^Gsus4 Morning fields of a^Ammber grain Weathered faces li^Cned in pain Are soo^Dthed beneath the artist's loving h^Gand

Now I under^Amstand ^D7 What you tried to s^Gay to ^Dme ^Em And how you suffered for your san^E7ity ^DAnd how you tried to set them f^Emree They would not listen, they did ^A7not know how ^Am7Perha^Dps they'll listen n^Gow

For they could not l^Amove you^D7 But still your love was tr^Gue^{D Em} And when no h^Am7ope was left in sight On that st^Cmarry, starry night You to^Gok your life, as l^Bm7b5overs often d^E7o But I co^Amuld've told you Vincent This wo^Crld was never meant for One as be^Dautiful as y^Gou

Starry, starry ni^Gght ^Gsus4 Portraits hung in em^Ampty halls Frame-less heads on nam^Celess walls With e^Dyes that watch the world and can't fo^Grget Like the strangers that you've m^Get ^Gsus4 The ragged men in ra^Amgged clothes The silver thorn of bl^Coody rose Lie cru^Dshed and broken on the virgin sn^Gow

Now I think I k^Amnow What you tried to s^Gay^D t^Emo me And how you suffered for your san^Amity ^AAnd how you tried to set them f^Emree They would not listen, they're not list^A7ening still

^Am7Perha^Dps they never wi^Gll