Текст песни Jethro Tull - The Whistler
Jethro Tull - The Whistler слова песни
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 tuneBut 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 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 handsSo 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.