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.
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. There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley. There's a thought in the head of the man.