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Don Mclean - Vincent chords
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I found a much easier version than the other postings, I made a few adjustments. Sounds best when picked. Have fun! G G G Starry, starry night, paint your palette Am Am C Blue and grey, Look out on a summer's day, D D G with eyes that know the darkness in my soul G G Shadows on the hills, C Am Sketch the trees and daffodills C Am Catch the breeze and winter chills, in D D G colors on the snowy linen land G Am Am And now I under stand what you tried to G Am Am Say to me, how you suffered for your sanity C G How you tried to set them free, C C Am they would not listen, they did not know how, D G Perhaps they'll listen now [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/d/don-mclean/207160.html ] G G G Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that Am Am C Brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze D D G Reflecting Vincent’s eyes of China Blue G G Colors changing hue, C Am Morning fields of amber grain C Am Weathered faces lined with pain D D G Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand G Am Am And now I under stand what you tried to G Am Am say to me, how you suffered for your sanity C G How you tried to set them free, C Am they would not listen, they did not know how, D G Perhaps they'll listen now C For they could not love you, C G but still your love was true C C And when no hope was left in sight C C On that starry, starry night, G G G you took your life as lovers sometimes do Am C But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was D G Never meant for one as beautiful as you G G G Starry, starry night, portraits hung in Am Am C Empty halls, fearless heads on nameless walls D D G with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget G G Like the strangers that you’ve met C Am The ragged men in ragged clothes C Am The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie D D G Crushed and broken on the virgin snow G Am Am And now I think I know, what you tried to G Am Am say to me, how you suffered for your sanity C G How you tried to set them free, C Am They would not listen, they’re not listening still, D G Perhaps the never will…  |