Vincent
Don Mclean
Starry starry nighGtGsus4G
paint your palette blue andAm grey
look out on a sumCmer's day
with eDyes that know the darkness in my Gsoul
Shadows on the hillGsGsus4G
sketch the trees and the daAmffodils
catch the breeze and the Cwinter chills
in Dcolors on the snowy linen landG
Now I unAmderstand
Dwhat you tried to sGay to meG/F#Em
how you suffered for your Amsanity
Dhow you tried to set them Emfree
They would not listen
they did not Aknow how
pAmerhaps Dthey'll listen nowG
Starry starry GnightGsus4G
flaming flo'rs that bAmrightly blaze
swirling clouds in Cviolet haze
rDeflect in Vincent's eyes of China bluGe
Colors changing hueGGsus4G
morning fields of aAmmber grain
weathered facesC lined in pain
are sDoothed beneath the artist's loving haGnd
Now I unAmderstand
Dwhat you tried to Gsay to meG/F#Em
how you suffered for your Amsanity
Dhow you tried to set them Emfree
They would not listen
they did not Aknow how
pAmerhaps Dthey'll listen nGow
For they could not Amlove youD
but still your love was tGrueG/F#Em
and when no hAmope was left in sight
on that sCmtarry starry night
You tGook your life as lFovers often doE7
But I cAmould have told you Vincent
this wCorld was never meant for one
as bDeautiful as yoGu
Starry starry nighGtGsus4G
portraits hung in empty hAmalls
frameless heads on naCmeless walls
with eyDes that watch the world and can't fGorget
Like the stranger that you've meGtGsus4G
the ragged men in rAmagged clothes
the silver thorn of blCoody rose
lie crDushed and broken on the virgin sGnow
And now I think I Amknow
Dwhat you tried to Gsay to meG/F#Em
how you suffered for your Amsanity
and Dhow you tried to set them fEmree
They would not listen
they're not lisAt'ning still
AmperhDaps they never wGill
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