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 they might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night

Donna Donna Donna Donna
Donna Donna Donna Do
Donna Donna Donna Donna
Donna Donna Donna Do

"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 reason why
But who ever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly