Don McLean - Vincent

^CStarry, starry ^Fnight, pai^Cnt your pale^Dmtte blue and grey ^FLook out on a summer's day, with^G eyes that know the darkness ^Cin m^Fy sou^Cl ^CShadows on the hill^Fs, Sketch ^Cthe trees and ^Dmdaffodills C^Fatch the breeze and winter chills, in co^Glors on the sno^Cwy linen land

And now^Dm I under stand wha^Gt you trie^Cd to Say^C/B to me, ^Am how you suffered for yo^Dmur sanity^G How you tried to set ^Amthem free,

they would not listen, ^Dthey did not^Dm know how, Perhaps ^Gthey'll lis^Cten n^Fow ^C

^CStarry, starry ^Fnight, fla^Cming flowers^Dm that Brightly blaze, ^Fswirling clouds in violet haze R^Geflecting Vincent’s eyes of^C Chi^Fna Bl^Cue ^CColors changing ^Fhue, Morni^Cng fields of^Dm amber grain W^Feathered faces lined with pain Are sooth^Ged beneath the artists loving ^Chand An^Dmd now I under s^Gtand what ^Cyou trie^C/Bd to Say t^Amo me, ^Amhow you suffered for your s^Dmanity How^G you tried to set them^Am free, ^Dthey would n^Dmot listen, they did^G not know h^Cow, Pe^Frhaps ^Cthey'll listen now

And when no ho^Dmpe was left in sight On that sta^Fmrry, starry night, you took^C your life ^Gmas lovers so^A7metimes do ^DmBut I could have told you, Vincent, this^F world was Never meant for one as beauti^Gful as ^Cyou

^CStarry, starry ^Fnight, por^Ctraits hung ^Dmin Empty halls, fearless heads on^F nameless walls with e^Gyes that watch the worl^Cd an^Fd can^C’t forget Like the stranger^Cs that you’ve^F met The r^Cagged men in^Dm ragged clothes The silver thorn of blo^Fody rose, lie Crush^Ged and broken o^Cn the virgin snow

A^Dmnd now I under s^Gtand what ^Cyou trie^C/Bd to Say t^Amo me, ^Amhow you suffered for your s^Dmanity How^G you tried to set them^Am free,

^DThey would n^Dmot listen, they’r^Ge not liste^Cning st^Fill,Pe^Crhaps the never will …