Dona Dona by Joan Beaz

On a waggon bound for market/
there is a calf with a mournful eye/
High above him there is a swallow/
winging swiftly through the sky/




Reff:
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, 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?/



Repeat Reff



Calves are easily bound and slaughtered/
never knowing the reason why/
But whoever treasures freedom/
like the swallow has learned to fly/