Vincent piano leadsheet with chords

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,

the sketch the trees and the daffodils,

the catch the breeze and the winter chills,

in colors on the snowy linen land.

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.

Starry, starry night,

flaming flow'rs that brightly blaze.

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

Colors changing hue,

the sketch the trees and the amber grain,

the catch the breeze and the lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

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.

Starry, starry now.

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.

Starry, starry list'ning still.

Perhaps they never will.