Dona Dona
Chorus:
{Dona, dona, dona, dona,
Dona, dona, dona, do,
Dona, dona, dona, dona,
Dona, dona, dona, do}
On a wagon bound for marketThere's a calf with a mournful eye.High above him there's a swallowWinging 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.
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"Stop complaining," said the farmer,"Who 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 laughing ...
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Calves are easily bound and slaughteredNever knowing the reason why.But whoever treasures freedom,Like the swallow has learned to fly.
How the winds are laughing ...
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