KILLING ME SOFTLY

 

   Am                                     F           G                                    C

Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words,

 Am                            D                             G             F

killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song

                     C                 F                              Bb                     A

telling my whole life with his words killing me softly - with his song.

 

  Dm                  G                          C                    F

1.    I heard he sang a good song,    I heard he had a style,

Dm                G                              Am

      and so I came to see him and listen for a while.

Dm                        G                           C                   E

      And there he was this young boy,     a stranger to my eyes.

 

+ CHORUS

 

  Dm             G                         C                        F

2.    I felt all flushed with fever,    embarrassed by the crowd,

Dm               G                             Am

      I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.

Dm                      G                     C                    E

      I prayed that he would finish,    but he just kept right on. 

 

+ CHORUS

 

  Dm                   F                     C                 F

3.       He sang as if he knew me     in all my dark despair,

Dm                      G                                      Am

      And then he looked right through me as if I wasn` t there.

Dm                     G                          C                E

     But he was there, this stranger,     singing clear and strong.

                                             - G – A – G - A

+ CHORUS    + CHORUS  

 

    (Gimbel Norman)