作詞：Charles Fox 作曲：Norman Gimbel
ooh...ooh....ooh...
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him to listen for awhile
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 read my letters and he just read them out loud
I pray 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
oh...oh...oh...la la la la la la...oh...oh...oh...ha...ah...ah...ah...
He was strumming my pain
Yeah singing my life
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
Yeah he was singing my life
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
