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
<Interlude>
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
<Interlude>
Deep red are the sunsets
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
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
So come on - I'm a 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
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born