Donna Donna
Donovan
On a wagon, bound for market
Theres a calf with a mournful eye
High
above him, theres 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 summers night
Donna donna
Stop complaining, said
the farmer
Who told you a calf to be?
Why dont you have wings to fly with
Like the swallow so proud and free
Calves
are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has
learned to fly