Donna, Donna



On a wagon, bound for market,

There's a calf with a mournful eye.

High above her, 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?



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.



Calves are easily bound and slaughtered 

Never knowing the reason why 

But whoever treasures freedom 

Like the swallow who's 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, Donna, Donna,

Donna, Donna, Donna, Don,

Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,

Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.





Donovan