Donna Donna

Joan Baez

On a wagon bound for marketThere's a calf with a mournful eyeHigh above him there's a swallowWinging swiftly through the sky

How the winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLaugh and laugh the whole day throughAnd half the summer's night

Donna, Donna, Donna, DonnaDonna, Donna, Donna, DonDonna, Donna, Donna, DonnaDonna, Donna, Donna, Don

"Stop complaining", said the farmerWho told you a calf to be?Why don't you have wings to fly withLike the swallow so proud and free?

How the winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLaugh and laugh the whole day throughAnd half the summer's night

Donna, Donna, Donna, DonnaDonna, Donna, Donna, DonDonna, Donna, Donna, DonnaDonna, Donna, Donna, Don

Calves are easily bound and slaughteredNever knowing the reason whyBut whoever treasures freedomLike the swallow has learned to fly

How the winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLaugh and laugh the whole day throughAnd half the summer's night

Donna, Donna, Donna, DonnaDonna, Donna, Donna, DonDonna, Donna, Donna, DonnaDonna, Donna, Donna, Don

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