The Whistler lyrics

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