Dona, Dona

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 Donna
Donna 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
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 Donna
Donna Donna Donna

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
Why dont you have wings to fly with
Like the swallow so proud and free
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 Donna
Donna Donna Donna