I heard she sang a good song
I heard she had a style
And so I came to see her to listen for a while.
And there she was this young girl, 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 she found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but she 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

She sang  as if  he knew me in all my dark despair
and then she looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong