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 pipe 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 forever and ever   Climb in the saddle and whistle along      So come on, I'm the whistler   I have a pipe 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 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 pipe 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 pipe and a drum to play   Get ready for the whistler   I whistle along on the seventh day   Whistle along on the seventh day