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 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 to listen for awhile   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 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 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 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 through me as if I wasn't there   And he just kept on singing   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 life with his words   Killing me softly with his song