I heard she sang a good song
I heard she had a style
And so I came to see her
To listen for a while . .
And there she was this young girl
A stranger to my eyes . .
Strummin' my pain with her fingers
Singin' my life with her words
k**ing me softly with her song
k**ing me softly, with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
k**ing me softly, with her song . .
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarra**ed by the crowd
I felt she found my letters
And read each one aloud . .
I prayed that she would finish
But she just kept right on . .
Strummin' my pain with her fingers
Singin' my life with her words
k**ing me softly with her song
k**ing me softly, with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
k**ing me softly, with her song . .
She sang as if she knew me
In all my dark despair
And then she looked right through me
As if I wasn't there . .
But she was there, this stranger
Singing clear and strong . .
Strummin' my pain with her fingers
Singin' my life with her words
k**ing me softly with her song
k**ing me softly, with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
k**ing me softly, with her song . .
k**ing me softly, with her song . .