Me Softly With His Song. Softly, with his song I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd I felt he song found the my letters and read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on Strumming my pain with his fingers (one.
And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes. We messed with the record a bit and made it hard. And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes. El boogie up in here.