I heard he sang a good song
Strumming my pain with his fingers
I felt all flushed with fever
Strumming my pain with his fingers
He sang as if he knew me
Strumming my pain with his fingers
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
And listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
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
Embarrassed by the croud
I felt he found my letter
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole lift with his words
Killing me softly with his song
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
But he was there this stranger
Singing clear and strong
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