Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

Starry, starry night, paint your palette (Gm)blue and gray,

look out on a (Bb)summer's day with (C7)eyes that know the darkness in my (F)soul.

Like the Shadows on the hills,

the sketch the trees and (Gm)daffodils,

the catch the breeze and the (Bb)winter chills in (C7)colors on the snowy linen (F)land.

Now I (Gm)understand

(C)what you tried to (F)say (C)to (Dm)me,

and how you suffered for your (Gm)sanity,

(C)and how you tried to set them (Dm)free.

They would not listen;

they did (Gsus)not know (G)how.

(Gm)(C)Perhaps they'll listen (F)now.

Starry, starry night, flaming flow'rs that (Gm)brightly blaze,

swirling clouds in (Bb)violet haze (C7)reflect in Vincent's eyes of China (F)blue.

Like the Colors changing hue, the morning fields of (Gm)amber grain,

the weathered fac and es (Bb)lined in pain are (C7)soothed beneath the artist's loving (F)hand.

Now I (Gm)understand

(C)what you tried to (F)say (C)to (Dm)me,

and how you suffered for your (Gm)sanity,

(C)and how you tried to set them (Dm)free.

They would not listen;

they did (Gsus)not know (G)(Gm)how.

(C)Perhaps they'll listen (F)now.

Starry, (Gm)starry (C7)Perhaps they'll listen (F)now.

(Gm7)For they (F)could not (Gm)love you,

but still your love was (C)(Dm)true.

And when no (Gm)hope was left in sight on that (Bbm)starry,

starry night, you (F)took your life as lovers often (D)do.

But I could have told you,

(Gm)Vincent, this (Bb)world was never meant for one as (Csus)beautiful (C)as (F)you.

(C7)Perhaps they never (F)will.