| Song | Crazy Man Micheal |
| Artist | Fairport Convention |
| Album | By Popular Request |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 at 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 start, oh | |
| Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead | |
| That here'd lie on the ground, oh? | |
| I see but my true love with a wound so red | |
| Her lover's heart it did pound, oh | |
| Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks | |
| And talks to the night and the day, oh | |
| But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear | |
| And he longs to be far away, oh | |
| Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes | |
| And asks the wild woods their pardon | |
| For his true love is flown into every flower grown | |
| And he must be keeper of the garden |
| 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 atalking | |
| " 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 at 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 start, oh | |
| Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead | |
| That here' d lie on the ground, oh? | |
| I see but my true love with a wound so red | |
| Her lover' s heart it did pound, oh | |
| Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks | |
| And talks to the night and the day, oh | |
| But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear | |
| And he longs to be far away, oh | |
| Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes | |
| And asks the wild woods their pardon | |
| For his true love is flown into every flower grown | |
| And he must be keeper of the garden |
| 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 atalking | |
| " 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 at 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 start, oh | |
| Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead | |
| That here' d lie on the ground, oh? | |
| I see but my true love with a wound so red | |
| Her lover' s heart it did pound, oh | |
| Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks | |
| And talks to the night and the day, oh | |
| But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear | |
| And he longs to be far away, oh | |
| Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes | |
| And asks the wild woods their pardon | |
| For his true love is flown into every flower grown | |
| And he must be keeper of the garden |