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 pipe 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 pipe 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 pipe 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 pipe and a drum to play Get ready for the whistler I whistle along on the seventh day Whistle along on the seventh day