[Titel]
Vincent
[Interpret]
Don McLean
[Vorspiel]
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[Kapo]

[Refrain]
Now I underst<am>and<D7> what you tried to s<G>ay to me,
<em>How you suffered for you <am7>sanity,<D7> how you tried to set them f<em>ree.
They would not listen, they did n<A7>ot know how.<am7> Perh<D7>aps they'll listen n<G>ow.

[Bridge]

[Text]
Starry starry n<G>ight, paint your palette b<am>lue and grey,
Look out on a s<C>ummer's day with e<D7>yes that know the darkness in my s<G>oul.
Shadows on the h<G>ills sketch the trees and the d<am>affodills,
Catch the breeeze and the w<C>inter chills in c<D7>olors on the snowy linen <G>land.

>>Refrain

Starry starry n<G>ight, flaming flowers that b<am>rightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in<C> violet haze refl<D7>ect in Vincent's eyes of chine <G>blue.
Colors changing <G>hue, morning fields of <am>amber grain,
Weathered faces<C> lined in pain are s<D7>oothed 'neath the artists's loving h<G>and.

Refrain

For they could not l<am7>ove you,<D7> but still your love was t<G>rue.
And when no h<am7>ope was left in sight on that st<cm6>arry, starry night,
You t<G>ook your life as l<F7>overs often <E7>do.
But I c<am7>ould have told you, Vincent,
This w<C>orld was never meant for one as b<D7>eautiful as y<G>ou.

Stary, starry n<G>ight, portraits hung in e<am>mpty halls,
Frameless heads on <C>nameless walls with <D7>eyes that watch the world and can't for<G>get.
Like the stranger that you've <G>met, the ragged man in <am>ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of <C>bloody rose, lie <D7>crushed and broken on the virgin s<G>now.

Now I think I k<am>now<D7> what you tried to s<G>ay to me,
<em>How you suffered for you s<am7>anity,<D7> how you tried to set them <em>free.
They would not listen, they're not l<A7>istening still.<am7> Perh<D7>aps they never w<G>ill.

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