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
Chorus
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might,
Laugh so loud 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?
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
Never knowing the reasons why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow must leam to fly.