Killing Me Softly With Her Song - John Holt

I heard she sang a good song

I heard she had a style

And so I came to see

To listen for a while

And there she was this young Girl

A stranger to my eyes

Struming my pain with her fingers

Singing my life with her words

Killing me softy with her song

Killing me softly with her song

Telling my whole life with her words

Killing me softly with her song

I felt all flushed with fever

Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt she found my letters

And read eachone out loud

I prayed that she would finish

But she just kept right on

Struming my pain with her fingers

Singing my life with her words

Killing me softy with her song

Killing me softly with her song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with her song

She sang as if she knew me

In all my darkness fair

And then she looked right through me

As if I wasn’t there

And he kept on singing

Singing clear and strong

Struming my pain with her fingers

Singing my life with her words

Killing me softy with her song

Killing me softly with her song

Telling my whole life with her words

Killing me softly with her song