Dona
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
Chorus:
All the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might,
laugh and laugh the whole day through and half the summers night,
Dona, Dona,
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. Chorus
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, never knowing the reason why,
But whoever treasures freedom like the swallow has learned to fly. Chorus
When your young and when your happy, like the swallow you learn to fly,
when your old and when you're weary, like the calf you must learn to die. Chorus
