I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style and so i came to see and listen for a while
and there he was this younge boy a stranger to my eyes Struming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words killing me softy 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 letter and read eachone out loud I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on Struming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words killing me softy 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 darkness fair and then he looked right through me as if i wasn't there and he kept on singing singing clear and strong Struming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words killing me softy with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song