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.

Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou

Ooh, 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.

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

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

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

Oooooooo

La la la la la

Oh oh oh oh

La la la

La la la la

Strummin' my pain with his fingers

Singin' 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 strumming my pain with his fingers

Oh, 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