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 ...