Don Mclean – Vincent chords

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		CBlue and grey, Look out on a 	summer's day, 
D			   D		    Gwith eyes that know the darkness in my soul
G		    GShadows on the hills, 
C		          AmSketch the trees and daffodills
 C			AmCatch the breeze and 	winter chills, in 
D		D	      Gcolors on the snowy linen land 	   	 
G	                Am	  AmAnd now I under stand what you tried to 
G	    		Am		AmSay to me,  how you suffered for your sanity
       C		        GHow you tried to set them free, 
C			 C  	          Amthey would not listen, they did not know how,
D				G  Perhaps they'll listen 	now



G		 G         G			Starry, starry 	night, flaming flowers that 	
Am		  Am	                 CBrightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze
D			D	          GReflecting Vincent’s eyes of China Blue
G		     GColors changing hue, 
C		          AmMorning fields of amber grain
C			AmWeathered faces lined with pain 
D			      D                 GAre soothed beneath the artists loving hand
G	                Am        AmAnd now I under stand what you tried to 
G		           Am	          Amsay to me,  how you suffered for your sanity

C			       G	How you tried to set them free, 
C			   	  Amthey would not listen, they did not know how,
D				GPerhaps they'll listen 	now



  C	For they could not love you,
         C			G but still your love was true
C				    CAnd when no 	hope was left in sight 
	C	          COn that starry, starry night, 
	G		G	   Gyou took your life as lovers sometimes do
Am					     CBut I could have told you, Vincent, this world was 
			 D		GNever meant for one as beautiful as 	you



G		G	G			Starry, starry 	night, portraits hung in  	
Am		Am		CEmpty halls, fearless heads on nameless walls
D			D                 Gwith eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
G				GLike the strangers that you’ve met
C		          AmThe ragged men in ragged clothes 
 C			AmThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lie
D		         D 	      GCrushed and broken on the virgin snow
G	                   Am        AmAnd now I think I know, what you tried to 
G 			Am		  Amsay to me,  how you suffered for your sanity
    C		        GHow you tried to set them free, 
C			   	                AmThey would not listen, they’re not listening still,
D      	             GPerhaps the never will…