Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softlyWith his song
I heard he sang a good songI heard he had a styleAnd so I came to see him, to listen for a whileAnd there he was, this young boyA stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softlyWith his song
I felt all flushed with feverEmbarrassed by the crowdI felt he found my letters and read each one out loudI prayed that he would finishBut he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softlyWith his song
He sang as if he knew meIn all my dark despairAnd then he looked right through me as if I wasn't thereAnd he just kept on singingSinging clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softlyWith his song
Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me
He was strumming my painYeah, he was singing my lifeKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his song