The Whistler

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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