Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his
wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his
songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly, with
his songI heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a styleAnd
so I came to see him, and listen for a whileAnd there he was,
this young boy, a stranger to my eyes(repeat chorus)I felt all
flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowdI felt he found my
letters, and read each one out loudI prayed that he would
finish, but he just kept right on(rpt chorus)He sang as if he
knew me, and all my dark despairand then he looked right through
me as if I wasn't thereAnd there he was this young boy,
singing clear and strong(repeat chorus till fade)