You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate
And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be”
For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss, oh
For his true love is flown into every flower grown
I see but my true love with a wound so red
He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore
The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin
But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear
Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks
Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead
And beat at the four winds with his fists, oh
He took out his dagger of fire and of steel
Her lover's heart it did pound, oh
Your future, you often have asked me
Michael he ranted and Michael he raved
And shortly they were a-talking
Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes
That here'd lie on the ground, oh?
And he longs to be far away, oh
And struck down the raven through the heart, oh
For is she not the fairest in all the broad land?
“Your future, your future”, I would tell to you
You speak for the devil that haunts me
Your sorcerer's words are to taunt me
He met with a raven with eyes black as coals
And asks the wild woods their pardon
And talks to the night and the day, oh
“Your true love will die by your own right hand
And the cold earth did wonder and start, oh