Vincent (Starry starry night)

VincentWords & Music by Don McLean(Album - American Pie)Starry starry [G]night, paint your palette [Am]blue and greyLook out on a [C]summer's day with [D7]eyes that know the darkness in my [G]soulShadows on the [G]hills, sketch the trees and the [Am]daffodilsCatch the breeze and the [C]winter chills, in [D7]colors on the snowy linen [G]land [C] [G]Now I under[Am]stand [D7]what you tried to [G]say to me[Em]How you suffered for you [Am7]sanity[D7] How you tried to set them [Em]freeThey would not listen they did [A7]not know [Am7]how, [D7] perhaps they'll listen [G]nowStarry starry [G]night, flaming flowers that [Am]brightly blazeSwirling clouds in [C]violet haze [D7]reflect in Vincent's eyes of china [G]blueColors changing [G]hue, morning fields of amber [Am]grainWeathered faces [C]lined in pain are [D7]soothed beneath the artist's loving [G]hand [C] [G]Chorus:[G]For they could not [Am7]love you, [D7]but still your love was [G]true [F#] [E]And when no [Am7]hope was left in sight, on that [Cm]starry starry nightYou [G]took your life as [F7]lovers often [E7]do,But I [Am7]could have told you, Vincent,This [C]world was never meant for one as [D7]beautiful as youStarry, starry [G]night, portraits hung in [Am]empty hallsFrameless heads on [C]nameless walls with [D7]eyes that watch the world and can't for[G]get.Like the stranger that you've [G]met, the ragged man in [Am]ragged clothesThe silver thorn of [C]bloody rose, lie [D7]crushed and broken on the virgin [G]snow [C] [G]Now I th[Am]ink I know [D7]what you tried to [G]say to me[Em]How you suffered for you [Am7]sanity[D7] How you tried to set them [Em]freeThey would not listen they're [A7]not listening [Am7]still [D7]Perhaps they never [G]will