I heard he (G)sang a good song.
I heard he (F)had a style.
And so I (G)came to see him to (Am)lis ten for a while.
And there he (G)was, this young boy,
a stran ger (E7)to my eyes.
(Am)Strum ming my pain with his (F)fin gers,
(G)sing ing my life with his (C)words,
(Am)kill ing me soft ly (Am)with (D)his song, kill ing me (G)soft ly
with (F)his song, tell ing my (C)whole life
with (F)his words, kill ing me (Bb)soft ly
with his (A)song.
I felt all (G)flushed with fe ver,
em bar rassed (F)by the crowd.
I felt he (G)found my let ters and (Am)read each one out loud.
I prayed that (G)he would fin ish,
but he just (E7)kept right on.
(Am)Strum ming my pain with his (F)fin gers,
(G)sing ing my life with his (C)words,
(Am)kill ing me soft ly (Am)with (D)his song, kill ing me (G)soft ly
with (F)his song, tell ing my (C)whole life
with (F)his words, kill ing me (Bb)soft ly
with his (A)song.
This page shows “Killing Me Softly With His Song” by Roberta Flack in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of C at 100 BPM, a slightly more challenging arrangement — practice each phrase slowly first.