Donna, Donna　 BY Joan Baez



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