(N.Gimbel - C.Fox)      Stumming 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 a while   And there he was this young boy   A stranger to my eyes.      Stumming 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 a 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.      Stumming 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   But there he was this stranger   Singing clear and strong.      Stumming 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 was stumming 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...