Strumming my pain with his fin-gers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me soft-ly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
(drum rhythm for 8 bars)
I heard he sang a good song,
I heard he had a smile,
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 fin-gers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me soft-ly 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 a letters
And read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish,
But he just kept right on...
Strumming my pain with his fin-gers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me soft-ly 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
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh
La la la la la la,
Woh la, woh la, la la la la.
Strumming my pain with his fin-gers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me soft-ly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.