El Pastor

The shepherd walks with his flock
As the morning breaks
Down the path he goes
From the mountains to the plains

He hums his complaints
With his little reed flute
Followed by his sheep
As if under a spell

And the flute
Of the shepherd
Oh, oh, oh
Sings like this

Ah-ah-ah-ah

The shepherd's on his way back
As the sun is setting
He climbs up the hill
To keep his flock safe

With his flute he calls
Each of his sheep one by one
Sharing with them
His joys and his sorrows

And the flute
Of the shepherd
Oh, oh, oh
Sings like this