KILLING ME SOFTLY Roberta Flack



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 life with his words Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him to listen for awhile And there he was a stranger, 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 life with his words Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever Embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters and read each out loud I prayed that he would finish But he just kept 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 life with his words Killing me softly with his song

I felt as if he knew me In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there I pray that he would finish 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 life with his words Killing me softly with his song

He was so very persistent Yes he was singing my life Killing me softly with his song Killing me softy with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song