There was a girl
a very pretty girl
oh but she was lonely lonely here
I can see her now
I can hear her breathe now
I can feel her reaching out
Wishing there was someone by her side

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

 [bad word] my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy 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
But he was there stranger
He was singing clear and strong

 [bad word] my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy with his song
killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song