Don McLean - Vincent

Starry, sta^Frry nigh^Fsust ^F Paint your pale^Gmtte blue and grey Look out on a^Bb summer's day With e^C7yes that know the darkness in my^F soul Shadows on the ^Fsushills^F Sketch the trees and t^Gmhe daffodils Catch the breeze and the^Bb winter chills In colo^C7rs on the snowy l^Finen la^Bbnd ^F

Now I u^Gmndersta^C7nd What you tried to ^Fsay to me And ^Dmhow you suffered for you^Gm7r sanity And ho^C7w you tried to set them^Dm free They would not listen, they did^G7 not know how^Gm7 Perh^C7aps they'll lis^Ften now

Starry, sta^Frry nigh^Fsust ^F Flaming flowers th^Gmat brightly blaze Swirling clouds in ^Bbviolet haze Ref^C7lect in Vincent's eyes of chin^Fa blue Colors chang^Fing hue ^{Fsus F} Morning fields of^Gm amber grain Weathered faces^Bb lined in pain Are s^C7oothed beneath the artist's l^Foving hand

Now I un^Gmderst^C7and What you tried to ^Fsay to me And^Fm how you suffered for your sanity And ^C7how you tried to set the^Dmm free They would not listen, they did^G7 not know how^Gm7 Perh^C7aps they'll listen^F now

For they could not^Gm7 love you Bu^C7t still your love wa^Fs true ^{Eb D} And when no ^Gm7hope was left in sight On tha^Bbmt starry, starry night You took^F your life, as^Eb7 lovers often ^D7do But^Gm7 I could have told you, Vincent ^BbThis world was never meant for one As^C7 beautiful^F as you ^{Fsus F}

Starry, starry^F night ^{Fsus F} Portraits hung in^Gm empty halls Frameless heads ^Bbon nameless walls With ^C7eyes that watch the world and can't f^Forget Like the strangers that you've^F met ^{Fsus F} The ragged men in^Gm the ragged clothes The silver thorn;^Bb a bloody rose Lie ^C7crushed and broken on the virgi^Fn snow

Now I think I^Gm know Wh^C7at you tried to sa^Fy to me An^Fmd how you suffered for y^Gm7our sanity An^C7d how you tried to set them ^Dmfree They would not listen, they're not^G7 listening sti^Gm7ll Perh^C7aps they never^F will