Album: 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)