killing me softly
Roberta Flack
Killing Me Softly With His Song Strumming
my pain with his fingerssinging my life with his words
killing me softly with his songkilling me softly
with his songtelling my whole life with his wordskilling
me softly with his songI heard he sang a good song,
I heard he had a styleAnd so
I came to see him to listen for a while
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyesI 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
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despairand then he looked right through me as if
I wasn't thereBut he just came to singing, singing clear and strong