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, 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 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 aloud   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      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 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