Donna Donna

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

How the winds are laughing

They laugh with all their might

Laugh and laugh the whole day thro

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 what have 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 reason why

But whoever treasures freedom

Like the swallow has learned to fly