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 ther 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 feelt all fushed with fever
embara**ed by the srowd
I fellt 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 with his song
He sang as if he knew me
in all my dark despair
and then he looked right right throught me
as if I wasn? t there
but he was there this strannger
singing clear and strong
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