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| Within the fir | e and out u | pon the | sea |
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| Crazy Man Michae | l was wa | lking |
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| He met with a | raven with | eyes black as | coals |
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| And shortly they | fell a | talking |
| Em | Am | |
| Your future, your future I wil | l tell to you |
| Em | G | |
| Your future you often have asked | me |
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| Your true love will die | by your ow | n right h | and |
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| And Crazy Man Micha | el will cursed | be |
| Michael he ranted and Michael he raved |
| And beat up the four winds with his fists o |
| He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore |
| For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss o |
| 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 sorcererâs words are to taunt me |
| He took out his dagger of fire and of steel |
| And struck down the raven through the heart o |
| The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin |
| And the cold earth did wonder and start o |
| O where is the raven that I struck down dead |
| And here did lie on the ground o |
| I see that my true love with a wound so red |
| Where her loverâs heart it did pound o |
| Crazy man Michael he wanders and calls |
| And talks to the night and the day o |
| But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is fair |
| And he longs to be far away o |
| Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes |
| And asks of the wild wolves their pardon |
| For his true love is flown into every flower grown |
| And he must be keeper of the garden |