Natalie Merchant – Crazy Man Michael (Guitar)

    Bm     D        A            F#m
Within the fire and out upon the sea,

Bm          F#m         Bm
[tab]   Bm         D          A             F#m
He met with a raven with eyes black as coal,

    Bm      F#m       Bm
And shortly they were talking.

     F#m                           Bm
"Your   future, your future, I will  tell to you.

     F#m                   A
Your future you often have asked me.

     Bm             F#m         Bm        F#m
Your true love will die by your own right hand,

    Bm        F#m          Bm
And crazy man Michael will cursed be."

      Bm         D          A          F#m
Well, Michael he ranted and Michael he raved,

       Bm               F#m            Bm
And he beat at the four winds with his fists-o.

         Bm             D         A              F#m
Well, he laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore,

        Bm         F#m                Bm
For his mad mind entrapped him with a first-hold.

     F#m                     Bm
"You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate.

    F#m                      A
You speak for the devil that haunts me.

    Bm             F#m        Bm            F#m
For is she not the fairest in all the broad land?

     Bm         A            Bm
Your sorcerer's words are to taunt me."

         Bm           D         A              F#m
Well, he took out his dagger of fine and broad steel,

      Bm                A                 Bm
And he  struck down the raven through the heart-o.

          Bm             D             A          F#m
Well, the bird fluttered long, and the sky it did spin,

         Bm             A             Bm
And this cold earth did wander 'round startled.

    F#m          D          Bm
Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead,

    F#m                 A
And here did lye on the ground-o?

  Bm     F#m              Bm       F#m
I see my true love with a wound so red

     Bm                 F#m    Bm
Where  her lover's heart   did pound-o.

Bm        D           A            F#m
Crazy man Michael, he wanders, I'm told,

       Bm                A             Bm
And he talks through the night and the day-o,

        Bm            D            A         F#m
But his eyes they are sane and his speech is plain,

       Bm          F#m  Bm
But he longs to be far away-o.

F#m                     Bm
Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes,

       F#m                           A
And he asks of the wild wolves their pardon,

        Bm            F#m        Bm           F#m
But his true love has flown into every flower grown,

    Bm         F#m           Bm
And he must be keeper of the garden.