Song Name: | Vincent | By: | Don McClean |
Posted By: | Kocot | Difficulty: | Beginner |
Key: | Bb | Genre: | Folk |
Harp Type: | Diatonic | ||
Created: | 2013-04-20 22:31:47 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
Song: | A classic Don McLean song. Tabbed from the Josh Groban cover, so some things will be different from your memories of them. Enjoy! :D -4 5 6 -6 -7 -7 -6 6 5 -6 -7 5 Starry, Starry Night, paint your palette blue and gray, -7 -6 6 5 -6 -7 5 6 6 -5 5 -4 5 -5 6 -6 -7 look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. -4 5 6 -6 -7 -7 -6 6 5 -6 -7 5 Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and daffodils, -7 -6 6 6 5 -6 -7 5 6 6 -5 5 -4 5 -5 6 -6 6 catch the breeze and the winter chills in colours on the snowy linen land. 6 -6 -7 6 -6 -6 -7 7 -8 -7 -6 6 5 6 -6 -7 -6 6 5 -6-7 5 Now I understand what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity, -5 5 -4 5 -5 6 -6 -7 -7 -7 7 -7 -6 6 5 -6 -7 5 and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen; they did not know how. 5 -5 6 -6 -5 6 Perhaps they'll listen now. -4 5 6 -6 -7 -7 -6 6 5 -6 -7 5 Starry, Starry Night, flaming flow'rs that brightly blaze, -7 -6 6 5 -6 -7 5 6 6 -5 5 -4 5 -5 6-6 -7 swirling clouds in violet haze, reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. -4 5 6 -6 -7 -7 -6 6 5 -6-7 5 Colours changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, -7 -6 6 5 -6 -7 5 6 6 -5 5 -4 5 -5 6 -6 6 weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 -6 -7 6 -6 -6 -7 7 -8 -7 -6 6 5 6 -6 -7 -6 6 5 -6-7 5 Now I understand what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity, -5 5 -4 5 -5 6 -6 -7 -7 -7 7 -7 -6 6 5 -6 -7 5 and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen; they did not know how. 5 -5 6 -6 -5 6 6 -6 -7 -8 7 -7 -6 -6 Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love____ you, 6 -6 -7 7 -8 -8 9 -9 -8 8 -8 -8 7 7 But still your love was true. And when no hope was left in sight 7 -8 8' -8 -8 7 7 6 -8 7 7 -7 -7 6 -6-7 -7 on that starry, starry night, you took your life as lovers often do. -4 -7 -7 -7 7 -8 -7 -6 -7 7 7 7-7 -7 -6 6 6 -7 -6 6 -5 6 But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. -4 5 6 -6 -7 -7 -6 6 5 -6-7 5 Starry, Starry Night, portraits hung on empty walls, -7 -6 6 5 -6 -7 5 6 6 -5 5 -4 5 -5 6 -6 -7 frameless head in nameless halls, with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. -4 -4 -4 5 6 -6 -7 -6 -7 -6 6 5 -6 -7 5 Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ragged clothes, -7 -6 6 6 5 -6 -7 5 6 6 -5 5-4 5 -5 6 -6 6 the silver thorn of bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 -6 -7 6 -6 -6 -7 7 -8 -7 -6 6 5 6 -6 -7 -6 6 5 -6-7 5 Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity, -5 5 -4 5 -5 6 -6 -7 -7 -7 7 -7 -6 6 5 -6 -7 5 and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen; they're not list'ning still. 5 -5 6 -6-5 6 Perhaps they never will. |