El Pastor
Miguel Aceves Mejía
The Shepherd
The shepherd goes with his flock
At the break of dawn
Descending down the path
From the mountains to the meadow
He melodizes his complaints
With his little reed flute
Followed by his sheep
As if under a spell
The flute
Of the shepherd
When herding
Sings like this
The shepherd is already on his way back
As the Sun is setting
He's climbing up the slope
To guard his flock
With his flute he's calling
One by one his sheep
And he's communicating
His joys and sorrows
The flute
Of the shepherd
Oh, oh, oh
Sings like this
