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 ther 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 word

Killing me softly

with his song

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he,d 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 word

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life

with his word

Killing me softly

with his song...

Woah

Woah, oah, ah, ah, ah, uh, uh

La, la, la, la, la, la

Woah, la

Woah, la, (ha, ha, ha, ha)

La, ah, ah, ah, ah

Strumming my pain

with his fingers

Singing my life with his word

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life

With his word

Killing me softly

with his song