VINCENT by Don McLean

Starry starry
...G.........................Am
night paint your palette blue and gray
..............C................D7...............................G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
......................................Am
Shadows on hills sketch the trees and daffodils
.........................C...............D7........................G
Catch the breeze and the winter chill in colors on the snowy linen land

chorus
C...G..................Am......D7...................G..........Em
........And now I understand......what you tried to say to me
.........................Am7.....D7...........................Em
How you suffered for your sanity.....How you tried to set them free
...............................A7...........Am7..D7...................G
They would not listen; they did not know how; perhaps they'll listen now

Starry starry night flamings flowr's that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artists loving hand

chorus

..........G.....................Am7.......D7......................G
{listen now}..For the could not love you..but still your love was true
Em....................Am7.............................Cm6
....And when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night
.....G...............F7...........E7.......Am7
You took you life as lovers often do but I could of told you Vincent
.....C................................D7...........G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met, the ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn the bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

chorus
C...G..................Am.....D7....................G.......Em
And now I understand......what you tried to say to me
..........................Am7.......D7.........................Em
How you suffered for you sanity.....how you tried to set them free
..................................A7................Am7.....D7
They would not listen they're not listening still; perhaps they never will


Come on Vincent and Don....lets go watch the "green fairy" swirl in the glass.....til October.....perhaps the autumn chill will chase the gadflies away.