Killing Me Softly with His Song

by Roberta Flack

 

 

This song has had so much meaning for me through the years.  I am searching for that quintessential man as my “mate-for-the-rest-of-my-life”.  He is out there.  He knows and sings the words to my heart.  I am waiting….for my hero.

 

Strumming 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 heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, and listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
(repeat chorus)

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters, and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on
(repeat chorus)

He sang as if he knew me, and all my dark despair
He kept on looking right through me as if I wasn't there
And then he kept on singing, singing clear and strong
(repeat chorus till fade)

 

 

 

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