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. 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.