歌曲 | Crazy Man Michael - Studio Live Version |
歌手 | Fairport Convention |
专辑 | In Real Time: Live '87 |
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 cursèd be | |
Michael he ranted and Michael he raved | |
And beat up the four winds with his fists-o | |
He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore | |
For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-o | |
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-o | |
The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin | |
And the cold earth did wonder and startle | |
O where is the raven that I struck down dead | |
And here did lie on the ground-o | |
I see that my true love with a wound so red | |
Where her lover's heart it did pound-o | |
Crazy Man Michael he wanders and calls | |
And talks to the night and the day-o | |
But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is plain | |
And he longs to be far away-o | |
Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes | |
And asks the wild wolves 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 curse d be | |
Michael he ranted and Michael he raved | |
And beat up the four winds with his fistso | |
He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore | |
For his mad mind had trapped him with a kisso | |
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 hearto | |
The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin | |
And the cold earth did wonder and startle | |
O where is the raven that I struck down dead | |
And here did lie on the groundo | |
I see that my true love with a wound so red | |
Where her lover' s heart it did poundo | |
Crazy Man Michael he wanders and calls | |
And talks to the night and the dayo | |
But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is plain | |
And he longs to be far awayo | |
Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes | |
And asks the wild wolves 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 cursè d be | |
Michael he ranted and Michael he raved | |
And beat up the four winds with his fistso | |
He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore | |
For his mad mind had trapped him with a kisso | |
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 hearto | |
The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin | |
And the cold earth did wonder and startle | |
O where is the raven that I struck down dead | |
And here did lie on the groundo | |
I see that my true love with a wound so red | |
Where her lover' s heart it did poundo | |
Crazy Man Michael he wanders and calls | |
And talks to the night and the dayo | |
But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is plain | |
And he longs to be far awayo | |
Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes | |
And asks the wild wolves their pardon | |
For his true love is flown into every flower grown | |
And he must be keeper of the garden |