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 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.
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 felt all flushed with fever, embarra**ed 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 ...
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 through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, 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 ...
He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
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 ...
With his song ...