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 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

I felt all flushed with fever embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters and read each word out loud

I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers...

He sang as if he knew me in all my darkest pair

And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there

But then he was there this stranger singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers...