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
Killing me softly with his song

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

Killing me softly with his song