Don McLean nasceu em 2 de outubro de 1945, em Nova York. Cantor e compositor, ficou famoso pela canção American Pie, elegia folk-pop de oito minutos e meio que atingiu o topo das paradas americanas. Iniciou sua carreira em meados dos anos 60, tocando em clubes nova-iorquinos, escolas primárias e em prol de causas ambientais.
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[Verse] DEm Starry Starry night paint your pallete blue and grey GA7D Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul Em Shadows on hills sketch the tress and daffodils GA7D Catch the breeze and the winter chill In colors on the snowy linen land
[Chorus] GDEmA7DBm And now I understand what you tried to say to me Em7A7Bm How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free E7Em7A7D They would not listen the did not know how perhaps they'll listen now
[Verse] DEm Starry starry night flaming flowr's that brightly blaze GA7D Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Em Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain GA7D Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artists loving hand
[Bridge] DEm7A7D For they could not love you but still your love was true BmEm7Gm6 And when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night DC7B7Em7 You took you life as lovers often do But I could of told you Vincent GA7D This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
[Verse] DEm Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls GA7D frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget Em Like the strangers that you've met,the ragged men in ragged clothes GA7D The silver thorn the bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
[Chorus] GDEmA7DBm And now I understand what you tried to say to me Em7A7Bm How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free E7Em7A7D They would not listen, they're not listening still perhaps they never will