Starry, Starry Night
Don Mclean
Ton : G
Starry starry Gnight
Paint your palet Amblue and grey
Look out on a Csummer's day
With D7eyes that know the darkness in myG soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the Amdaffodils
Catch the breeze and the Cwinter chills
In D7colours on the snowy linenG lanCd G
Now I underAmstand
What you tried to Gsay toEm me
And how you suffered for your Amsanity
And how you D7tried to set themEm free
Tn/chey would not listen they A7did not knowAm7 how
D7Perhaps they'll listenG now.
Starry starry Gnight
Flaming flowers that brightly Amblaze
Swirling clouds in Cviolet haze
ReD7flect in Vincent's eyes of chinaG blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of Amamber grain
Weathered faces Clined in pain
Are D7soothed beneath the artist's lovingG hanCd G
Now I underAmstand
What you tried to Gsay toEm me
And how you suffered for your Amsanity
And how you D7tried to set themEm free
Tn/chey would not listen they A7did not knowAm7 how
D7Perhaps they'll listenG now.
For they could not Amlove yoD7u
But still your love was Gtrue
EmThen when noAm7 hope was left inside
On that Cm6starry starry night
You Gtook your life asF7 lovers ofteE7n do
But I Am7could have told you, Vincent,
This Cworld was never meant for one asD7 beautiful aGs you
Starry starry Gnight
Portraits hung in empty Amhalls
Frameless heads on Cnameless walls
With D7eyes that watch the world and can't foGrget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in Amragged clothes
A silver thorn a Cbloody rose
Lie D7crushed and broken on the virginG snoCw G
Now I think I Amknow
What you tried to Gsay to mEme
And how you suffered for your Am7sanity
And how you D7tried to set themEm free
Tn/chey would not listen, they're A7not listeningAm7 still
D7Perhaps they neverG wilCl G