I heard he sang a good song,

I heard he had a style,

and so I came to see him to (Am)lis ten for a while.

And there he was, this young boy,

a stran ger to my eyes.

(Am)Strum ming my pain with his fin gers,

(G)sing ing my life with his words.

(Am)Kill ing me soft ly with his song, kill ing me soft ly

with his song, tell ing my whole life

with his words, kill ing me soft ly

with his song.

I felt all flushed with fe ver,

em bar rassed by the crowd.

I felt he found my let ters and (Am)read each one out loud.

I prayed that he would fin ish,

but he just kept right on.

(Am)Strum ming my pain with his fin gers,

(G)sing ing my life with his words.

(Am)Kill ing me soft ly with his song, kill ing me soft ly

with his song, tell ing my whole life

with his words, kill ing me soft ly

with his song.