I heard she sang a good song,
I heard she had a style,
And so I came to see her,
To listen for a while . . .
And there she was this young girl,
A stranger to my eyes . . .
Strummin` my pain with her fingers,
Singin` my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly, with her song,
Telling my whole life with her words,
Killing me softly, with her song . . .
I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters,
And read each one aloud . . .
I prayed that she would finish,
But she just kept right on . . .
Strummin` my pain with her fingers,
Singin` my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly, with her song,
Telling my whole life with her words,
Killing me softly, with her song . . .
She sang as if she knew me,
In all my dark despair,
And then she looked right through me,
As if I wasn`t there . . .
But she was there, this stranger,
Singing clear and strong . . .
Strummin` my pain with her fingers,
Singin` my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly, with her song,
Telling my whole life with her words,
Killing me softly, with her song . . .
Killing me softly, with her song . . .
Music by Charles Fox
with lyrics by Norman Gimbel , 1973
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