Donna, Donna - Joan Baez

On a waggon 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?" + Chorus

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,

never knowing the reason why.

But whoever treasures freedom,

like the swallow has learned to fly.

+ Chorus

(Joan Baez)