CHORUS: Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song 2p. Telling me whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song.
1 I heard he sang a good songI heard he had a style And so I came to see him To listen for a while. And there he was, this young boy a stranger to my eyes. CHORUS: 2 I felt all flushed with fever embarrassed by the crowd. I felt he found my letters, and read each one out loud. I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on. CHORUS: 3 He sang as if he knew me In all my dark despair. And then he looked right through me As if I wasn’t there. But he was there the stranger Singing clear and strong. CHORUS: La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la... CHORUS: x2