Vincent

Starry, starry (G6)night,

paint your palette (Am)blue and grey.

Look out on a (C)summer's day,

with (D7)eyes that know the darkness in my (G6)soul.

Shadows on the hills,

the sketch the trees and the (Am)daffodils,

the catch the breeze and the (C)winter chills,

in (D7)colors on the snowy linen (G)land.

Now I (Am)understand

(D7)what you tried to (G)say to (Em)me,

how you suffered for your (Am7)sanity,

(D7)how you tried to set them (Em)free.

They would not listen, they did (A7)not know how.

(Am7)(D7)Perhaps they'll listen (G)now.

Starry, starry (G6)night,

flaming flow'rs that (Am)brightly blaze.

Swirling clouds in (C)violet haze (D7)reflect in Vincent's eyes of China (G6)blue.

Colors changing hue,

the sketch the trees and the (Am)amber grain,

the catch the breeze and the (C)lined in pain are (D7)soothed beneath the artist's loving (G)hand.

Now I (Am)understand

(D7)what you tried to (G)say to me,

(Em)how you suffered for your (Am7)sanity,

(D7)how you tried to set them (Em)free.

They would not listen, they did (A7)not know how.

(Am7)(D7)Perhaps they'll listen (G)now.

Starry, starry now.

For they could not (Am7)love you;

(D7)but still your love was (G)true.

(Em)And when no (Am7)hope was left in sight on that (Cm6)starry,

starry night, you (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 (G)you.

Starry, starry (A7)list'ning still.

(Am7)(D7)Perhaps they never (G)will.