[ti:Killing Me Softly with His Song]
[ar:Connie Evingson]
[al:]
[00:17.60]I heard he sang a good song,
[00:22.12]I heard he had a style,
[00:29.04]And so I came to see him and listen for a while.
[00:39.00]And there he was this young boy,
[00:43.99]a stranger to my eyes,
[00:47.15]Strumming my pain with his fingers,
[00:51.49]Singing my life with his words,
[00:55.94]Killing me softly with his song,
[00:59.81]Killing me softly with his song,
[01:05.58]Telling my whole life with his words,
[01:10.75]Killing me softly with his song.
[01:25.05]I felt all flushed with fever,
[01:29.76]Embarrassed by the crowd,
[01:37.37]I felt he found my letters and read each word out loud.
[01:48.85]I prayed that he would finish,
[01:53.61]But he just kept right on
[01:57.44]Strumming my pain with his fingers,
[02:02.79]Singing my life with his words,
[02:07.25]Killing me softly with his song,
[02:11.09]Killing me softly with his song,
[02:15.73]Telling my whole life with his words,
[02:21.02]Killing me softly with his song
[03:07.76]He said as if he knew me
[03:12.20]In all my god's spaer
[03:19.66]And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
[03:29.89]And he just kept on singing
[03:34.61]singing clear and strong
[03:38.29]Strumming my pain with his fingers,
[03:42.46]Singing my life with his words,
[03:47.29]Killing me softly with his song,
[03:51.03]Killing me softly with his song,
[03:55.38]Telling my whole life with his words,
[04:00.48]Killing me softly with his song.