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 their might   Laugh and laugh the whole day through   And half the summer's night      Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna   Donna, Donna, Donna, Don   Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna   Donna, Donna, Donna, 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?      How the winds are laughing   They laugh with all their might   Laugh and laugh the whole day through   And half the summer's night      Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna   Donna, Donna, Donna, Don   Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna   Donna, Donna, Donna, Don      Calves are easily bound and slaughtered   Never knowing the reason why   But whoever treasures freedom   Like the swallow has learned to fly      How the winds are laughing   They laugh with all their might   Laugh and laugh the whole day through   And half the summer's night      Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna   Donna, Donna, Donna, Don   Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna   Donna, Donna, Donna, Don