Vincent
by Don McClean · harmonica tab for C diatonic harmonica
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Starry, Starry Night, paint your palette blue and gray,
soul.
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and daffodils,
land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for
your sanity,
and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen; they did
not know how.
Starry, Starry Night, flaming flow'rs that brightly blaze,
Starry, Starry Night, flaming flow'rs that brightly blaze,
blue.
Colours changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for
your sanity,
and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen; they did
not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love____ you,
But still your love was true. And when no hope was left in sight
on that starry, starry night, you took your life as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one
Starry, Starry Night, portraits hung on empty walls,
Starry, Starry Night, portraits hung on empty walls,
frameless head in nameless halls, with eyes that watch the world and
can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ragged clothes,
snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered
for your sanity,
and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen; they're not
list'ning still.