40. Donna Donna
On
a wagon bound for market,
there’s
a calf with mournful eye
High
above him, there’s a swallow,
winging
swiftly through the sky
Chorus:
How
the winds are laughing,
they
laugh with all their might,
Laugh
and laugh the whole through
and
half the summer’s night
Donna (10x) Don
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 reasons why,
But
whosever treasures freedom
like the swallows have learnt to fly
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