The Whistler - Lyrics - Songs From The Wood - Jethro Tull

Title: The Whistler
Album: Songs From The Wood
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
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 pipe 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 forever and ever
Climb in the saddle and whistle along

So come on, I'm the whistler
I have a pipe 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 hands

So come on, I'm the whistler
I have a pipe 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 pipe and a drum to play
Get ready for the whistler
I whistle along on the seventh day
Whistle along on the seventh day

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Whistler - Lyrics - Demons & Wizards - Demons &Amp; Wizards

Title: Whistler
Album: Demons & Wizards
Artist: Demons &Amp; Wizards
Composer(s): Jon Schaffer, Hans Juergen Kuersch

Lyric:
Beloved mother, there is no guilt
In what I have done
It's far too late to turn it back
To turn it back

Slowly they move
One by one, food for the clan
Your kingdom will come

Slowly they're marching
One by one
Follow my magic tune
It is so easy

Her eyes, her pale cold eyes
Are watching over me
I've never felt alone
All the children for her glory

A fair price and the deal was fixed
I did my part and they betrayed
I cleared their problem well
But I trusted lies

All your children went astray
Pay the price for ignorance
Praise and glory to the clan
Watch your step, I'll bring the end

Rats repeat their feast
Queen will be quite pleased

All your children went astray
Pay the price for ignorance
Praise the glorious race of rats
One by one they'll join their dance

Hungry souls they shall be fed
Praise the wisdom of the rats
All your children went astray
Pay the price for ignorance

Now you know fear
Face the unknown
Dwell in tears

The story's told, you may have learned
Dare not to betray the whistler
You should consider, you might fail
You should consider, you might fail

All your children went astray
Pay the price for ignorance
Praise the glorious race of rats
One by one they'll join their dance

All your children went astray
Pay the price for ignorance
All your children went astray
Pay the price for ignorance

Food for the clan
Praise to the rats
Food for the clan
Praise to the rats

Food for the clan
Praise to the rats
Food for the clan
Praise to the rats

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You'Re The Top - Lyrics - Barbra Streisand

Title: You'Re The Top
Artist: Barbra Streisand
Composer(s): Cole Porter

Lyric:
At words poetic I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting it off my chest
To let 'em rest unexpressed

I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you how great you are

You're the top, you're the Coliseum
You're the top
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss

You're a Bendel Bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, you're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile, you're the Tower of Pisa
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop
But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top

You're the top, you're Mahatma Ghandi
You're the top you are Napoleon Brandy
You're the purple light of a summer night in spain
You're the national gallery, you're Garbo's salary
You're cellophane

You are sublime, you're a Turkey dinner
You're the time the time of the derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop
But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top, top

Steve, there is something I got to tell ya
What is it Judy? Well

You're the top I am? You're a ward of's cellar
Oh no, no let me say it
You're the top, me too? That's right
You're a Berlin ballad oh, it's nice
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
Actually I don't dance very well
You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's mother
Mama sorry, you're Camembert

You're a rose, that is sweet
You're inferno's Dante
You're the nose watch it, I mean
What, what, wha, wha what on the great Durante, that's better
I'm the lazy lout who is just about to storm let's not storm

But if baby I'm the bottom
She's the one for me
And I've got 'im
'Coz if baby I'm the bottom
You're the top

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