Starry, starry [G]night paint your palette [Am]blue and grey
Look out on a [C]summer's day with [D]eyes that know the darkness in [G]my soul
Shadows on the [G]hills sketch the trees and the [Am]daffodils
Catch the breeze and the [C]winter chills [D]in colors on the snowy linen [G]land
Now I under[Am]stand [D]...What you tried to [G]say to me
[Em]...And how you suffered for [Am]your sanity
[D]...And how you tried to set them [Em]free
They would not listen, they did [A7]not know how
Per[D7]haps they'll listen [G]now
Starry, starry [G]night flaming flowers that [Am]brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in[C] violet haze re[D]flect in Vincent's eyes of [G]china blue
Colors changing [G]hue morning fields of [Am]amber grain
Weathered faces [C]lined in pain [D]are soothed beneath the artist's [G]loving hand
Now I under[Am]stand [D]...What you tried to [G]say to me
[Em]...And how you suffered for [Am]your sanity
[D]...And how you tried to set them [Em]free
They would not listen, they did [A7]not know how
Per[D7]haps they'll listen [G]now
For they could not [Am]love you [D]but still your love was [G]true
[Em]And when no [Am]hope was left in sight
On [Cm]that starry, starry night
You [G]took your life, as lovers often [E7]do
But I could have [Am]told you, Vincent
[C]This world was never meant for [D]one as beautiful as [G]you
Starry, starry [G]night portraits hung in [Am]empty halls
Frameless heads on [C]nameless walls with [D]eyes that watch the world and [G]can't forget
Like the strangers that you've [G]met the ragged men in the [Am]ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a [C]bloody rose [D]lie crushed and broken on the virgin [G]snow
Now I think I [Am]know [D]What you tried to [G]say to me
[Em]And how you suffered for your [Am]sanity
[D]And how you tried to set them [Em]free
They would not [A7]listen, they're not listening still
[D7]Perhaps they never [G]will
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