Killing Me Softly

Words & Music:

Roberta Flack



Em                         Am

Strumming my pain with his fingers.

D7                       G

singing my life with his words.

Em                     A

Killing me softly with his song,

           D           C

Killing me softly with his song,

           G               C

Telling my whole life with his words.

           Esus4           E

Killing me softly with his song.


Am7        D                 G          C

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

Am7      D                   Em

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

Am7          D7                     G        B7

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




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.




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

And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.

And he just kept on singing, singing clear and strong.





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