[Verse 1] - - - - Starry, starry [C] night, paint your palette [Dm] blue and grey. Look out on a [F] summer's day, with [G] eyes that know the darkness in my [C] soul. Shadows on the [C] hills, Sketch the trees and [Dm] daffodils. Catch the breeze and [F] winter chills, in [G] colors on the snowy linen [C] land
[CHORUS] [WITH BLUE ENDING]
[Verse 2] - - - - Starry, starry [C] night, flaming flowers that [Dm] brightly blaze. Swirling clouds in [F] violet haze [G] reflecting Vincent's eyes of china [C] blue. Colors changing [C] hue, Morning fields of [Dm] amber grain. Weathered faces [F] lined in pain are [G] soothed beneath the artist's loving [C] hand
[CHORUS] - - - - And now I under- [Dm] -stand [G] what you tried to [C] say to me. [ v Am ] How you suffered for your [Dm] sanity, [G] how you tried to set them [Am] free. They would not listen, they did [C] not know how, [Dm] perhaps they'll [G] listen now [C]
[Bridge] - - - - For they could not [Dm] love you, [G] but still your love was [C] true. And when no [Dm] hope was left in sight on that [Cm] starry, starry night, You [C] took your life as [Ab] lovers often [G7] do, But I [Dm] could have told you, Vincent, this [F] world was never meant for one as [G] beautiful as [C] you
[Verse 3] - - - - Starry, starry [C] night, portraits hung in [Dm] empty halls. Frameless heads on [F] nameless walls with [G] eyes that watch the world and can't [C] forget. Like the strangers that you've [C] met. The ragged men in [Dm] ragged clothes. The silver thorn of [F] bloody rose, lie [G] crushed and broken on the virgin [C] snow
[CHORUS] - only the red - do not sing the blue
[C] They would not listen, they're not [D] listening still, [Dm] perhaps they never [G] will. [ C G ]
