Richard Thompson – 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 cursèd be

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Michael he ranted and Michael he raved

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And beat up the four winds with his fists-o

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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-o

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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 sorcerer'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-o

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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 startle

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O where is the raven that I struck down dead

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And here did lie on the ground-o

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I see that my true love with a wound so red

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Where her lover's heart it did pound-o

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Crazy Man Michael he wanders and calls

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And talks to the night and the day-o

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

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And he longs to be far away-o

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Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes

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And asks the wild wolves 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