Pastoral - Bukas Palad

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