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