The Whistler Songtext / Lyric

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 summerday 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

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