Vicent by Iglesias Julio chord (text):

B                         Em
1.   Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and gray,
                   E
    look out on a summer's day
          F                                 B
    with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
                   B                              Em
2. Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils,
                              E
    catch the breeze and the winter chills
        F                         B
    in colors on the snowy linen land.   
            Em      F                     B
Now I understand       what you tried to say to me,
                           E        F
how you suffered for your sanity,
                            B
how you tried to set them free.  
                            Em            F
They would not listen they did not know how.
                        B
perhaps they'll listen now .  
                  B                           Em
3. Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
                        E
    swirling clouds in violet haze
        F                                B
    reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
                    B                     Em
4. Holors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
                     E
    weathered faces lined in pain
         F                                   B
    are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + REFR.
 

                       Em         F                           B    F   Bm
    For they could not love you,     but still your love was true,
                 E                            Bb
    and when no hope was left inside on that starry starry night   
                   B                   B7
    you took your life as lovers often do,
                     Em
    but I could have told you Vincent,
          F                                F7           B   E   B
    this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.   
                  B                       Em
5. Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
                        E
    frameless heads on nameless walls
          F                                      B
    with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
                                   B                    Em
6. Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ragged clothes,
                          E
    the silver thorn of bloody rose
          F                                B
    lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.   
                Em     F                      B
    Now I think I know        what you tried to say to me,
                              Em      F                             B
    how you suffered for your sanity,   how you tried to set them free.
                                                 E        F               B
    They did not listen, they're not listening still, perhaps they never will.