Don McLean

^G Starry, starry ^G night, pai ^G nt your palette
^A Blue and grey, L ^A ook out on a ^C summer's day,
^D with eyes that know the dar ^D kness in my soul ^G
G Shadows on the hills ^G ,
^C Sketch the trees and daffo ^A dills
C ^C atch the breeze and ^A winter chills, in
^D colors on the sn ^D owy linen land ^G
G And now I under stand wh ^A at you tri ^A ed to
^G Say to me, how you suff ^A ered for your sa ^A nity
How you ^C tried to set them free, ^G
C they would not listen, th ^C ey did not know how, ^A
D Perhaps they'll listen ^G now
^G Starry, starry n ^G ight, flam ^G ing flowers that
^A Brightly blaze, sw ^A irling clouds in violet ^C haze
^D Reflecting Vincent's eye ^D s of China Blue ^G
G Colors changing hue, ^G
C Morning fields of amber gr ^A ain
^C Weathered faces lined wi ^A th pain
^D Are soothed beneath the artist ^D s loving hand ^G
G And now I under stand wh ^A at you tr ^A ied to
^G say to me, how you suffere ^A d for your sanity ^A
C How you tried to set them free, ^G
C they would not listen, they did no ^A t know how,
^D Perhaps they'll listen now ^G
Fo ^C r they could not love you,
but stil ^C l your love was true ^G
C And when no hope was left in sig ^C ht
On that ^C starry, starry nig ^C ht,
you took ^G your life as lo ^G vers someti ^G mes do
^A But I could have told you, Vincent, this worl ^C d was
Never meant for one as be ^D autiful as ^G you
^G Starry, starry ^G night, p ^G ortraits hung in
^A Empty halls, fea ^A rless heads on n ^C ameless walls
^D with eyes that watch the ^D world and can't f ^G orget
^G Like the strangers that you've m ^G et
^C The ragged men in ragged c ^A lothes
T ^C he silver thorn of bloo ^A dy rose, lie
^D Crushed and broken on the ^D virgin snow ^G
G And now I think I know, wha ^A t you tri ^A ed to
^G say to me, how you suff ^A ered for your sani ^A ty
How ^C you tried to set the ^G m free,
^C They would not listen, they're not listening still ^A ,
^D Perhaps the never will… ^G