Don McLean - Vincent

^GStarry, starry night, paint your palette Blue and grey, look ou^Amt on a summer's day, ^{C D}With eyes that know the dar^Dkness in my soul^{G G}Shadows on the hills^G, ^CSketch the trees and daffo^Amdils C^Catch the breeze and the ^Amwinter chills ^DIn colours on th^De snowy linen^G land ^GAnd now I understand wha^Amt you tried to ^GSay to me, how you suffe^Amred for your sanity How you^C tried to set them free, ^{G C}They would not listen, they did not know h^Amow ^DPerhaps they'll listen n^Gow

^GStarry, starry night, flaming flowers that Brightly blaze,^Am swirling clouds in violet haze ^{C D}Reflect in Vincent’s e^Dyes of China Blue^{G G}Colours changing hue,^{G C}Morning fields of amber gr^Amain ^CWeathered faces lined wi^Amth pain ^DAre soothed beneath the artist^Ds loving ^Ghand ^GAnd now I understan^Amd what you tried to ^GSay to me, how you s^Amuffered for your sanity ^CHow you tried to set them ^Gfree, ^CThey would not listen, they did no^Amt know how, ^DPerhaps they'll listen n^Gow

Fo^Cr they could not love you, But still^C your love was ^Gtrue ^CAnd when no hope was left in sight

You took^G your life as lovers often do ^AmBut I could have told you, Vincent, this worl^Cd was Never meant for one as be^Dautiful as y^Gou

^GStarry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls ^AmFrameless heads ^Amon nameless wal^Cls ^DWith eyes that watch the^D world and can’t^G forget ^GLike the strangers that you’ve^G met ^CThe ragged men in ragged c^Amlothes T^Che silver thorn, a bloo^Amdy rose ^DLie crushed and broken on^D the virgin ^Gsnow ^GNow I think I know, what yo^Amu tried to^{Am G}Say to me, and how you s^Amuffered for your ^Amsanity And ^Chow you tried to set^G them free, ^CThey would not listen; they’re not listening s^Amtill, ^DPerhaps the never wil^Gl…