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.