Killing Me Softly With His Song

Roberta Flack

R: 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.

1. 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.
R:

2. 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.
R:

3. 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.
R: