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.
CHORUS:
How the winds are laughing,
They laugh with all their might;
Laugh and laugh the whole night through
And half the summer 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?”
CHORUS:
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
Never knowing the reason why,
Whosoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow, has learnt to fly
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