Crazy Man Michael

Within the fire

And out upon the sea

Crazy man Michael was walking

He met with a raven

With eyes black as coals

And shortly, they were a-talking

Your future, your future

I would tell to you

Your future, you often have asked me

Your true love will die by your own right hand

And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be

Michael, he ranted

And Michael, he raved

And beat up the four winds with his fists, oh

He laughed and he cried

He shouted and he swore

For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss, oh

You speak with an evil

You speak with a hate

You speak for the devil that haunts me

For is she not the fairest in all the broad land

Your sorcerer's words are to taunt me

He took out his dagger

Of fire and of steel

And struck down the raven

Through the heart, oh

The bird fluttered long

And the sky, it did spin

And the cold earth did wonder and startle

Oh, where is the raven

That I struck down dead?

And here did lie on the ground, oh

I see that my true love

With a wound so red

Where her lover's heart

It did pound, oh

Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and calls

And talks to the night and the day, oh

And his eyes, they are sane

And his speech, it is plain

And he longs to be far away, oh

Michael, he whistles

The simplest of tunes

And asks the wild wolves their pardon

For his true love is flown into every flower grown

And he must be keeper of the garden