Shumming my face with his fingers
Singing my life with his word
Killing me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song
heard he sang a good son heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a white
And there he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes
felt ail flushed with fever Embarrassed by the crowd felt he found my letters And reach Bach one out Ioud I frayed that he would finish But he just keep on right
