Joan Baez – Donna Donna Donna


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?“

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 has learned to fly..

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