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 Calming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters and read each one aloud I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on Calming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song Oh, oh, na-na-na La-la-la-la-la-la-la Oh, na-na-na Oh, la-na-na La-la-la-la-la-la Calming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song Calming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song