Richard Thompson - Crazy man michael

^DmWithin the ^Ffire and ^Cout upon the ^Amsea ^DmCrazy Man ^CMichael was ^Dmwalking He ^Dmmet with a ^Fraven with ^Ceyes black as ^Amcoals ^DmAnd shortly ^Cthey were a-^Dmtalking Your ^Amfuture, your future ^DmI would tell to you Your ^Amfuture you often have ^Casked me Your ^Dmtrue love will ^Cdie by your ^Dmown right ^Amhand And ^Dmcrazy man ^CMichael will ^Dmcursèd be

^DmMichael he ^Franted and ^CMichael he ^Amraved And ^Dmbeat up the ^Cfour winds with his ^Dmfists-o He ^Dmlaughed and he ^Fcried, he ^Cshouted and he ^Amswore For his ^Dmmad mind had ^Ctrapped him with a ^Dmkiss-o You ^Amspeak with an evil, you ^Dmspeak with a hate You ^Amspeak for the devil that ^Chaunts me For is ^Dmshe not the ^Cfairest in ^Dmall the broad ^Amland Your ^Dmsorcerer's ^Cwords are to ^Dmtaunt me

He ^Dmtook out his ^Fdagger of ^Cfire and of ^Amsteel And ^Dmstruck down the ^Craven through the ^Dmheart-o The ^Dmbird fluttered ^Flong and the ^Csky it did ^Amspin And the ^Dmcold earth did ^Cwonder and ^Dmstartle O ^Amwhere is the raven that ^DmI struck down dead And ^Amhere did lie on the ^Cground-o I ^Dmsee that my true ^Clove with a ^Dmwound so ^Amred ^DmWhere her lover's ^Cheart it did ^Dmpound-o

^DmCrazy Man ^FMichael he ^Cwanders and ^Amcalls And ^Dmtalks to the ^Cnight and the ^Dmday-o But ^Dmhis eyes they are ^Fsane and his ^Cspeech it is ^Amplain And ^Dmhe longs to be ^Cfar a^Dmway-o Mic^Amhael he whistles the ^Dmsimplest of tunes And ^Amasks the wild wolves their ^Cpardon For his ^Dmtrue love is f^Clown into ^Dmevery flower ^Amgrown And ^Dmhe must be ^Ckeeper of the ^Dmgarden