I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, and listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song
k**ing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
k**ing me softly, with his song
One time ya'll
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song
k**ing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
k**ing me softly, with his song