Half surprised no-one has already called up Crazy Man Michael (that Thompson fellow again...) - last verse goes

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 of the wild wolves their pardon
For his true love is flown and into every flower grown
And he must be keeper of the garden

But the whole song is pretty sad. Especially as sung on the original, by Sandy Denny :)
- Tony