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 . 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…
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 ? 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…
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered Never knowing the reason why . But whoever treasures freedom , Like the swallow has learned to fly . 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…