The Whistler

I'll buy you six bay mares, to put in your stable
Six golden apples bought with my pay
I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune
But I must be gone by the seventh day

So come on - I'm the Whistler. I have a fife and a drum to play
Get ready - for the Whistler. I whistle along on the seventh day
Whistle along on the seventh day

All kinds of sadness I've left behind me
Many's the day when I have done wrong
But I'll be yours for ever and ever
Climb in the saddle and whistle along

So come on - I'm the Whistler. I have a fife and a drum to play
Get ready - for the Whistler. I whistle along on the seventh day
Whistle along on the seventh day

Deep red are the sunsets in mystical places
Black are the nights on summer-day sands
We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle
Hold the first grain of love in our hands

So come on - I'm the Whistler. I have a fife and a drum to play
Get ready - for the Whistler. I whistle along on the seventh day
So come on - I'm a Whistler. I have a fife and a drum to play
Get ready - for the Whistler. I whistle along on the seventh day
Whistle along on the seventh day