Bài hát The Whistler Báo Lỗi

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.


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.


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.