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