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