VINCENT (Listen to midi)    (Listen to sample)


     - - - - - - - - -   G    - C - G                              Am

1. Starry, starry night            paint your palette blue and grey,


    look out on a summer's day

             D7                                                   G

    with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

                                - C - G                                   Am

    Shadows on hills             sketch the trees and daffodils,


   catch the breeze and the winter chill

         D7                                     G     - C - G

    in colors on the snowy linen land.


                            Am   - D7                            G              - Em

And now I understand        what you tried to say to me,

                                         Am    - D7                                          Em

how you suffered for you sanity,       how you tried to set them free.

                                               A7                      - Am  

They would not listen the did not know how,

      D7                          G   

perhaps they 'll listen now.


                           G    - C - G                                 Am

2. Starry, starry night,           flaming flowers that brightly blaze,


    swirling coulds in violet haze

         D7                                             G

    reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.

                                      - C - G                             Am

    Colors changing hue,             morning fields of amber grain,


    weathered faces lined in pain

             D7                                                  G    

    are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.




      G                         Am        - D7                                      G    - Em

    For they could not love you        but still your love was true,

                          Am                                         Cm

    and when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night,

            G                     F                  E           Am

   you took you life as lovers often do, but I could have told you, Vincent,

             C                                                    D7              G

    this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.


                           G    - C - G                           Am

3. Starry, starry night,           portraits hung in empty halls,


    frameless heads on nameless walls

             D7                                                         G

    with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.

                                                     G    - C - G

    Like the strangers that you've met,


    the ragged men in ragged clothes,


    the silver thorn, the bloody rose,

           D7                                                  G

    lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.


                                 Am  - D7                            G         

    And now I think I know       what you tried to say to me,

                                                   Am       - D7                       

    and how you suffered for you sanity,    


    and how you tried to set them free.

                                                            A7              - Am  

    They would not listen, they're not  listening still,    

          D7                       G

    perhaps they never will.                


    (Don McLean)