Will left a comment on last night’s gratitude post pointing out that Roberta Flack sang strumming my pain with his fingers not strumming my face . . .
I first heard the song sung by a friend’s sister in the early 1970s, I went to a Roberta Flack concert in the Christchurch Town Hall a few years later, I own an LP on which it features, I’ve heard it sung on the radio countless times and it’s on my playlist on Spotify.
Every one of those countless times I’ve listened to it I’ve heard face not pain.
But Will’s right it is pain.
Sigh, I much preferred the interpretation I’d made of the meaning when it was face.