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