Pastorale

Lyrics

I am your reed, sweet shepherd, glad to be Now if you will, breathe out your joy in me And make bright songs or fill me With the soft moan of your love When your delight has failed To call or move your flock from wrong Make children songs or any song to fill Your reed with breath of life But at your will Lay down the flute and take repose While music infinite Is silence in our heart And laid on it you reed is mute