Donald McLean III (born October 2, 1945) is an American singer-songwriter, best known for his 1971 hit song "American Pie", an 8.5-minute folk rock "cultural touchstone" about the loss of innocence of the early rock and roll generation (US #1 for four weeks in 1972 and UK #2).
McLean's grandfather and father, both also named Donald McLean, had roots originating in Scotland. The Buccis, the family of McLean's mother, Elizabeth, came from Abruzzo in central Italy.
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G Starry starry night Am Paint your palette blue and gray C Look out on a summer's day D7G With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
G Shadows on the hills Am Sketch the trees and the daffodils C Catch the breeze and the winter chills D7G In colors on the snowy linen land
AmD7 Now I understand GEm7 What you tried to say to me AmD7 And how you suffered for your sanity Em7 And how you tried to set them free A7Am They would not listen they did not know how D7G Perhaps they'll listen now
G Starry starry night Am Flaming flowers that brightly blaze C Swirling clouds in violet haze D7G Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue Am Morning fields of amber grain C Weathered faces lined in pain D7G Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
AmD7 Now I understand GEm7 What you tried to say to me AmD7 And how you suffered for your sanity Em7 And how you tried to set them free
A7Am They would not listen they did not know how D7G Perhaps they'll listen now
AmD7 For they could not love you G But still your love was true Am And when no hope was left in sight Cm On that starry starry night
GEm7A7 You took your life as lovers often do Am But I could've told you Vincent C This world was never meant for D7G One as beautiful as you
G Starry starry night Am Portraits hung in empty halls C Frame-less heads on nameless walls D7G With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met Am The ragged men in ragged clothes C The silver thorn of bloody rose D7G Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
AmD7 Now I think I know GEm7 What you tried to say to me AmD7 And how you suffered for your sanity Em7 And how you tried to set them free
A7Am They would not listen they're not listening still D7G Perhaps they never will