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