McLean, Don - Vincent

                       G                                Am
Starry, starry night, paint your pallet blue and grey
                    C
Look out on a summers day,
        D7                                               G
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
                       G                                         Am
Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils
                                      C
And catch the breeze and winter chills
    D7                                 G        C    G
In colors on the snowy linen land

CHORUS:
                   Am     D7                     G        Em
Now I understand, what you tried to say to me
                                         Am7
How you suffered for your sanity
             D7                      Em
How you tried to set them free
                                              A7                 Am7
They would not listen, they did not know how
D7                            G
Perhaps they'll listen now

Repeat chords for remaining verses

Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling colors of violet haze
Reflect in Vincents eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand


CHORUS:
                           Am7              D7                       G
For they could not love you, but still your love was true
Em              Am7                                      Cm6
And when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night
       G                       F7              E7
You took your life as lovers often do
   Am7
I could have told you Vincent,
       C                                                D7              G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you


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 stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow


Now I think I know, what you try 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