Artist: Jethro Tull Album: Songs From The Wood (1977) Title: The Whistler
Lyrics The WhistlerI'll buy you six bay mares, to put in you stable
Six golden apples brought 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 - I'm the Whistler
I 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 your 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 - I'm the Whistler
I 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 fife, and a drum to play
Get ready - I'm the Whistler
I whistle along on the seventh day |