Song Name: | Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) | By: | Don McLean |
Posted By: | WaltP | Difficulty: | Any |
Key: | G | Genre: | 70s |
Harp Type: | Chromatic | ||
Created: | 2010-06-13 12:06:45 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
Song: | VINCENT (Starry, Starry Night)
By: Don McLean Key: G -1 2 3 -3 -4 Star-ry, star-ry night -4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2 paint your pal-ette blue and grey -4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2 look out on a sum-mer's day -2* 3 -2* 2 -1 with eyes that know the 2 -2* 3 -3 -4 dark-ness in my soul. -1 2 3 -3 -4 Shad-ows on the hills -4 -3 3 2 2 -3 -4 2 sketch the trees and the daf-fo-dils -4 -3 3 2 2 -3 -4 2 catch the breeze and the win-ter chills -2* 3 -2* 2 -1 2 -2* 3 -3 3 in col-ors on the snow-y lin-en land. 3 -3 -4 3 -3 Now I un-der-stand -3 -4 4 -5 -4 -4 -4 what you tried to say to me -4 4 -4 -3 3 2 -4 -3 -3 how you suf-fered for your san-i-ty -3 -3 -3 -4 4 -3 -4 how you tried to set them free. -4 -4 4 -4 -3 They would not lis-ten 3 2 -3 -4 2 they did not know how -1 -2* 3 -3 -2* 3 per-haps they'll lis-ten now. -1 2 3 -3 -4 Star-ry, star-ry night -4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2 flam-ing flow'rs that bright-ly blaze -4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2 swirl-ing clouds in vio-let haze -2* 3 -2* 2 -1 2 -2* 3 -3 -4 re-flect in Vin-cent's eyes of Chi-na blue. -1 2 3 -3 -4 Col-ors chang-ing hue -4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2 Morn-ing fields of am-ber grain -4 -3 3 2 -3 -4 2 weath-ered fac-es lined in pain -2* 3 -2* 2 -1 are soothed be-neath the 2 -2* 3 -3 3 art-ist's lov-ing hand. 3 -3 -4 3 -3 Now I un-der-stand -3 -4 4 -5 -4 -4 -4 what you tried to say to me -4 4 -4 -3 3 2 -4 -3 -3 how you suf-fered for your san-i-ty -3 -3 -3 -4 4 -3 -4 how you tried to set them free. -4 -4 4 -4 -3 They would not lis-ten 3 2 -3 -4 2 they did not know how -1 -2* 3 -3 -2* 3 per-haps they'll lis-ten now. 3 3 -3 -4 -4 -3 For they could not love you -1 -3 -3 -4 4 -5 but still your love was true -4 4 -5 6 -5 -5 4 4 -4 and when no hope was left in sight -4 4 -5* -5 -5 5 -5 on that star-ry, star-ry night. -5* -5 4 4 You took your life -4 -4 3 -3 -4 -4 as lov-ers of-ten do; -4 -4 4 -4 -4 -3 -3 -4 But I could have told you Vin-cent -4 4 -4 -4 -3 -3 3 -2* this world was nev-er meant for one 3 -4 -3 3 -2* 3 as beau-ti-ful as you. Starry, starry night portraits hung in empty halls frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they're not list'ning still perhaps they never will. |