Don McLean

                        G/       G/                             Am             /
Starry, starry night
,        Paint your palette blue and gray
Starry, starry night,    Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
    Am/                               C/                D7/                                                  G /        
Look out on a summer's day,    With eyes that know the  darkness in my soul
.Swirling clouds in violet haze,  Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.

                G/          G/                                         Am/
Shadows on the hills,       Sketch the trees and the daffodils,

Colors changing hue,       Morning fields of amber grain 
  Am/                                                C/             D7/                                         
Catch the breeze and the winter chills      In colors on the snowy linen land.
Weathered faces lined in pain, Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

*G  C / G                     Am/       D7/                           G /                             
Now I understand,           What you tried to say, to me 

#Now I think I know,  What you tried to say, to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity,       And how you tried to set them free,
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They would not listen; they did not know how,       Perhaps they'll listen now.

/ G                               / 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            / Am7                          
You took your life as lovers often do.    
But I could've told you,  Vincent:
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This world was never meant. for one as    beautiful as you.

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Starry, Starry night,           
 Portraits hung in empty halls
Like the strangers that you've met,         The ragged men in ragged clothes                  
 Am/                                           C/                               D7/                                  G/          
Frameless heads on nameless walls,   With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
The silver thorn, a bloody   rose,   Lie crushed and broken   on the virgin snow. #

#                       Em                       Am7/                         G /                          D7/        G/       
They would not listen; they're not listening still,   Perhaps they never will.