Donna Donna

On a wagon bound for marketThere’s a calf with a mournful eyeHigh above him there’s a swallowWinging swiftly through the skyHow the winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLove and laugh the whole day throughAnd half the summer’s nightDonna donna donna, donnaDonna donna donna, donDonna donna donna, donnaDonna donna donna, donStop complaining, said the farmerWho told you what had to be?Why can’t you have wings to fly withLike the swallow so proud and free?How the winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLove and laugh the whole day throughAnd half the summer’s nightDonna donna donna, donnaDonna donna donna, donDonna donna donna, donnaDonna donna donna, donCalves are easily bound and slaughteredNever knowing the reason whyWhy can’t you have wings to fly withLike the swallow you’ve learned to fly?How the winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLove and laugh the whole day throughAnd half the summer’s nightDonna donna donna, donnaDonna donna donna, donDonna donna donna, donnaDonna donna donna, don