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
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]
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 summerday sands
We'll find the speck of truth
In each riddle
Hold the first grain of love
In our hands
[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
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
Writer(s): Ian Scott Anderson
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