On a wagon, bound for market


There’s a calf with a mournful eye


High above him, there’s a swallow


Winging swiftly through the sky


 


# How the winds are laughing


They laugh with all their might


Laugh and laugh the whole day through


And half the summer’s night


Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.


Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.


 


“Stop complaining!” said the farmer


Who told you a calf to be?


Why don’t you have wings to fly with


Like the swallow so proud and free


 


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Calves are easily bound and slaughtered


Never knowing the reason why


But whoever treasures freedom


Like the swallow has learned to fly


 


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k.s.j