title: Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)key: 70sharp type: Chromaticgenre: Gskill: AnyVINCENT (Starry, Starry Night)By: Don McLeanKey: G-1 2 3 -3 -4Star-ry, star-ry night-4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2paint your pal-ette blue and grey-4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2look out on a sum-mer’s day-2* 3 -2* 2 -1with eyes that know the2 -2* 3 -3 -4dark-ness in my soul.-1 2 3 -3 -4Shad-ows on the hills-4 -3 3 2 2 -3 -4 2sketch the trees and the daf-fo-dils-4 -3 3 2 2 -3 -4 2catch the breeze and the win-ter chills-2* 3 -2* 2 -1 2 -2* 3 -3 3in col-ors on the snow-y lin-en land.3 -3 -4 3 -3Now I un-der-stand-3 -4 4 -5 -4 -4 -4what you tried to say to me-4 4 -4 -3 3 2 -4 -3 -3how you suf-fered for your san-i-ty-3 -3 -3 -4 4 -3 -4how you tried to set them free.-4 -4 4 -4 -3They would not lis-ten3 2 -3 -4 2they did not know how-1 -2* 3 -3 -2* 3per-haps they’ll lis-ten now.-1 2 3 -3 -4Star-ry, star-ry night-4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2flam-ing flow’rs that bright-ly blaze-4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2swirl-ing clouds in vio-let haze-2* 3 -2* 2 -1 2 -2* 3 -3 -4re-flect in Vin-cent’s eyes of Chi-na blue.-1 2 3 -3 -4Col-ors chang-ing hue-4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2Morn-ing fields of am-ber grain-4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2weath-ered fac-es lined in pain-2* 3 -2* 2 -1are soothed be-neath the2 -2* 3 -3 3art-ist’s lov-ing hand.3 -3 -4 3 -3Now I un-der-stand-3 -4 4 -5 -4 -4 -4what you tried to say to me-4 4 -4 -3 3 2 -4 -3 -3how you suf-fered for your san-i-ty-3 -3 -3 -4 4 -3 -4how you tried to set them free.-4 -4 4 -4 -3They would not lis-ten3 2 -3 -4 2they did not know how-1 -2* 3 -3 -2* 3per-haps they’ll lis-ten now.3 3 -3 -4 -4 -3For they could not love you-1 -3 -3 -4 4 -5but still your love was true-4 4 -5 6 -5 -5 4 4 -4and when no hope was left in sight-4 4 -5* -5 -5 5 -5on that star-ry, star-ry night.-5* -5 4 4You took your life-4 -4 3 -3 -4 -4as lov-ers of-ten do;-4 -4 4 -4 -4 -3 -3 -4But I could have told you Vin-cent-4 4 -4 -4 -3 -3 3 -2*this world was nev-er meant for one3 -4 -3 3 -2* 3as beau-ti-ful as you.Starry, starry nightportraits hung in empty hallsframeless heads on nameless wallswith eyesthat watch the world and can’t forget.Like the stranger that you’ve metthe ragged men in ragged clothesthe silver thorn of bloddy roselie crushed and brokenon the virgin snow.And now I think I know what youtried to say to mehow you suffered for your sanityhow you tried to set them free.They would not listenthey’re notlist’ning stillperhaps they never will.