I heard he sang a good song

I heard he had a style

and so I came to see him

to listen for a while

and ther 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 feelt all fushed with fever

embarassed by the srowd

I fellt he found my letters

and read each one 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 whole life with his words

killing me softly with his song


He sang as if he knew me

in all my dark despair

and then he looked right right throught me

as if I wasn´t there

but he was there this strannger

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