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
Embara**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.
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 was there a stranger
Singing clear and loud
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...