Don McLean – Vincent (Guitar)
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Versions
(5)
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Chords
[Verse 1]
G Gsus4 G Asus2 Am Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and grey C Cmaj7 D7 G Look out on a summer's day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul G Gsus4 G Asus2 Am Shadows on the hills, Sketch the trees and daffodils C Cmaj7 D7 G Catch the breeze and winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land
[Chorus]
Am D7 G G/F# Em And now I understand what you tried to say to me, Am D7 Em How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free, A7 Am D7 G They would not listen, they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now
[Verse 2]
G Gsus4 G Asus2 Am Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, C Cmaj7 D7 G Swirling clouds in violet haze reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue G Gsus4 G Asus2 Am Colors changing hue, Morning fields of amber grain C Cmaj7 D7 G Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
[Chorus]
Am D7 G G/F# Em And now I understand what you tried to say to me, Am D7 Em How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free, A7 Am D7 G They would not listen, they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now
[Bridge]
Am D7 G G/F# Em For they could not love you, but still your love was true Am Cm And when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night, G F E7 You took your life as lovers often do Am C But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was D7 G Never meant for one as beautiful as you
[Verse 3]
G Gsus4 G Asus2 Am Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, C Cmaj7 D7 G Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget G Gsus4 G Asus2 Am Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes C D7 G The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
[Chorus]
Am D7 G G/F# Em And now I think I know what you tried to say to me, Am D7 Em How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free, A7 Am D7 G They would not listen, they're not listening still, perhaps they never will