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 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   Embarassed 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.      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 a stranger   Singing clear and loud   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...