The One Who Pays the Piper

Pipe me a tune I can dance to Or play a lament, as of old. And pipe you a song Serenely and strong For then, I will pay you in gold. Pipe, at the early of morning Just as the sun forces through. Then stand you alone And quaver your tone For a sovereign, I'll offer to you. Pipe, at the lull of the evening, Play you the sweetest refrain. As darkness is cast You pipe you your last For I shall not pay you again.