Fairport Convention - Crazy man michael

^BmWithin the f^Dire and o^Aut upon the ^F#msea ^BmCrazy Man Mi^Achael was wal^Bmking ^BmHe met with a ra^Dven with e^Ayes black as c^F#moals ^BmAnd shortly t^Ahey were a-ta^Bmlking

^F#m"Your future, your future, I w^Bmould tell to you ^F#mYour future, you often have as^Aked me ^BmYour true love will d^Aie by your ^Bmown right h^F#mand ^BmAnd Crazy Man Mi^Achael will cu^Bmrsed be"

^BmMichael he r^Danted and^A Michael he ^F#mraved ^BmAnd beat at the four wi^Ands with his f^Bmists-oh ^BmHe laughed and he cr^Died, he sh^Aouted and he s^F#mwore ^BmFor his mad mind had tra^Apped him with a k^Bmiss-oh

"You sp^F#meak with an evil, you sp^Bmeak with a hate You s^F#mpeak for the devil that hau^Ants me For ^Bmis she not the fa^Airest in ^Bmall the broad l^F#mand? Your sor^Bmceror's wo^Ards are to ta^Bmunt me"

^BmHe took out his da^Dgger of f^Aire and of s^F#mteel And st^F#mruck down the raven through the he^Aart-oh ^BmThe bird fluttered lo^Dng and the s^Aky it did s^F#mpin ^F#mAnd the cold ear^Ath did wonder and st^Bmart-oh

"Oh, w^F#mhere is the raven that I str^Bmuck down dead That h^F#mere'd lie here on the gro^Aund-oh? I ^Bmsee but my t^Arue love with a w^Bmound so ^F#mred" Her lo^Bmver's h^Aeart it did p^Bmound-oh

^BmCrazy Man Mic^Dhael, he w^Aanders and w^F#malks And talks to the night and the day-oh ^BmBut his eyes they are s^Dane and his s^Apeech it is c^F#mlear And he l^Bmongs to be f^Aar a^Bmway-oh

Mi^F#mchael he whistles the sim^Bmplest of tunes And a^F#msks the wild woods their par^Adon For his t^Bmrue love is fl^Aown into e^Bmvery flower g^F#mrown And ^Bmhe must be k^Aeeper of the g^Bmarden