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 ther 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
I feelt all fushed with fever
Embara**ed by the srowd
I fellt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
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
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right right throught me
As if I wasn't there
But he was there this strannger
Singing clear and strong
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