Vincent:  Don McLean                                                                                          019 - 1

 

Starry Starry

G                                      Am

night paint your pallete blue and grey

                        C                              D7                                                 

Look out on a summers day with eyes that know

                                     G

the darkness in my soul

                                                                  Am

Shadows on hills sketch the tress and daffodils Catch the breeze

               C                      D7                                               G

and the winter chill in colors on the snowy linen land

 

Chorus:

                             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

                                                     Am7                  D7                                      G

They would not listen they did not know how        perhaps they'll listen now

 

                       G                                      Am

Starry starry nite flaminging flowers brightly blaze

                                C                 D7                                                   G

Swirling coulds in violet haze reflect in Vincents eyes of china blue

                                                                     Am                   

Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber green

                            C                         D7                                                      G

Weatherd faces lined inpain Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand

 

Chorus:

 

                       G                                  Am

Starry starry nite portraits hung in empty halls

                                  C

frameless heads on nameless walls

        D7                                                        G

with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget

                                                    G                                     Am

Like the strangers that you’ve met, the ragged men in ragged clothes

                                  C

The silver thorn the bloody rose is

D7                                                     G

crushed and broken on the virgin snow

 

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