Jethro Tull - The Whistler Lyrics
Ill 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, Im 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 Ive left behind me.Manys the day when I have done wrong.But Ill be yours for ever and ever.Climb in the saddle and whistle along.So come on, Im 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.Well find the speck of truth in each riddle.Hold the first grain of love in our hands.