I he a good song, 2. I he a style

3. And so I to see him to listen for a while

4. and there he this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words

killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song

5. I all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd. I he my letters

6. and each one out loud

7. I that he would finish but he just right on.

 

 

Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words

killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song

8. He as if he me, in all my dark despair

9. And then he right through me as if I wasn’t there. And he just kept on singing, singing clear and strong.  

Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words 

killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song​