In a meadow green, where flowers bloom,
Lived a shepherd boy, with naught of gloom.
With his flock of sheep, he roamed each day,
Underneath the sun's warm ray.
Oh, the shepherd boy, with heart so light,
In the meadow's embrace, his dreams take flight.
With his flute in hand, oh, what a sight,
In the shepherd's song of joy, so bright.
With melodies sweet, he filled the air,
His flute's soft tune,
With melodies sweet, he filled the air,
His flute's soft tune, beyond compare.
The sheep would graze, the birds would sing,
In harmony, the world would ring.
Oh, the shepherd boy, with heart so light,
In the meadow's embrace, his dreams take flight.
With his flute in hand, oh, what a sight,
In the shepherd's song of joy, so bright.
With melodies sweet, he filled the air,
His flute's soft tune,
With melodies sweet, he filled the air,
His flute's soft tune, beyond compare.
The sheep would graze, the birds would sing,
In harmony, the world would ring.
Oh, the shepherd boy, with heart so light,
In the meadow's embrace, his dreams take flight.
With his flute in hand, oh, what a sight,
In the shepherd's song of joy, so bright.
With melodies sweet, he filled the air,
His flute's soft tune,