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 heard he sang a good song   I heard he had a style   And so I came to see him   And listen for a while   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 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      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      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