VINCENT (Starry, Starry Night)

Don McLean

Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and grey

Look out on a summer's day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land

 

G - - - /    / Am - - - /     / C - - - / D7 - - - / G - - - /

G - - - /    / Am - - - /     / C - - - / D7 - - - / G - C/G - //

 

C1:       Now I understand what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

G - - - / Am - - - / D7 - - - / G - - - - / Em - - - / Am7 - - - / D7 - - - / Em - - - /

   [1&3]

A7 - - - / Am7 - D7 - / G - - - /    //

 

Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue

Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain, are soothed beneath the artists loving hand

 

C1:       Now I understand what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

 

 B:       For they could not love you, but still your love was true

And when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night

You took your life, as lovers often do, but I could have told you, Vincent

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

G - - - / Am7 - - - / D7 - - - / G - - - /Em - - - / Am7 - - - / Cm6 - - - / G - F7 - /

E7 - - - / Am7 - - - / C - - - / D7 - - - / G - - - /    //

Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls

Frameless heads on nameless walls,

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn of bloody rose, lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow

 

C2:       Now I think I know what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they're not listening still

Perhaps they never will

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