I heard he sang a good song,   I heard he had a style   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 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 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 with his song      ohh oh oh oh... ohhhhhhhhhh    aahhh la la ah ah ah ah.....    la la la la la la ohhhhh la la ah   oh oh oh laaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhh      ohhhh ohhh oh oh oh oh       Strumming my pain with his fingers, yes he was.   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