Strummin' my bank with his fingers, singin' my life with his words Killin' me softly with his song, killin' me softly with his song Tellin' my whole life with his words, killin' me softly with his song Instrumental I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him to listen for a while And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes Strummin' my bank with his fingers, singin' my life with his words Killin' me softly with his song, killin' me softly with his song Tellin' my whole life with his words, killin' me softly with his song 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 Strummin' my bank with his fingers, singin' my life with his words Killin' me softly with his song, killin' me softly with his song Tellin' my whole life with his words, killin' 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 singin', singin' clear and strong Strummin' my bank with his fingers, singin' my life with his words Killin' me softly with his song, killin' me softly with his song Tellin' my whole life with his words, killin' me softly with his song Now, now... Strummin' my bank with his fingers, singin' my life with his words Killin' me softly with his song, killin' me softly with his song Tellin' my whole life with his words, killin' me softly He was strummin' my bank, yeah, he was singin' my life Killin' me softly with his song, killin' me softly with his song Tellin' my whole life with his words, killin' me softly with his song