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 sun-sets 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.