El Pastor
Va el pastor con su rebaño
Al despuntar la mañana
Bajando por el sendero
De la sierra a la pradera
Va musitando sus quejas
Con su flautín de carrizo
Seguido por sus ovejas
Como si fuera un hechizo
Y el flautín
Del pastor
Ay, ay, ay
Canta así
Ah-ah-ah-ah
El pastor ya va de vuelta
Pues el Sol se está ocultando
Va subiendo por la cuesta
Para guardar su rebaño
Con su flautín va llamando
Una a una sus ovejas
Y les va comunicando
Sus goces y sus tristezas
Y el flautín
Del pastor
Ay, ay, ay
Canta así
The Shepherd
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