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 forever 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 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