"I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
and so I came to see him
and listened for a while
And there he was this young boy
stranger to my eye
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song…"
I heard he had a style
and so I came to see him
and listened for a while
And there he was this young boy
stranger to my eye
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song…"
– Roberta Flack
