Fairport Convention – Crazy Man Michael (Guitar)

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Within the fire and out upon the sea

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He met with a raven with eyes black as coals

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And shortly they were a-talking

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"Your future, your future, I would tell to you

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Your future, you often have asked me

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Your true love will die by your own right hand

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And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be"

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Michael he ranted and Michael he raved

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And beat at the four winds with his fists-oh

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He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore

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

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"You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate

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You speak for the devil that haunts me

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For is she not the fairest in all the broad land?

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Your sorceror's words are to taunt me"

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He took out his dagger of fire and of steel

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And struck down the raven through the heart-oh

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The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin

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And the cold earth did wonder and start-oh

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"Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead

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That here'd lie here on the ground-oh?

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I see but my true love with a wound so red"

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Her lover's heart it did pound-oh

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Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks

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But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear

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And he longs to be far away-oh

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Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes

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And asks the wild woods their pardon

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For his true love is flown into every flower grown

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And he must be keeper of the garden