[00:38.76]I heard he sang a good song
[00:42.28]I heard he had a style
[00:45.08]And so I came to see him to listen for a while
[00:52.70]And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
[03:33.47][02:34.69][01:47.29][00:59.52]Strumming my pain with his fingers
[03:36.95][02:38.39][01:50.74][01:03.05]Singing my life with his words
[03:40.74][02:42.02][01:54.37][01:06.70]Killing me softly with his song
[03:43.73][02:45.12][01:57.56][01:09.83]Killing me softly with his song
[03:47.31][02:48.55][02:01.34][01:13.42]Telling my whole life with his words
[03:50.95][02:52.19][02:04.68][01:16.96]Killing me softly with his song
[01:25.61]I felt all flushed with fever embarrassed by the crowd
[01:33.02]I felt he found my letters and read each word aloud
[01:40.35]I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on
[02:13.57]He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair
[02:20.80]And then he looked right through me as if I wasn’t there
[02:27.86]And he just kept on singing
[02:31.76]Singing clear and strong
