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.
Love and laugh the whole day through, and laugh for summer's night.
Dorna, Dorna, Dorna, Dorna
Stop complaining, said the farmer
Who told you what had to be
Why can'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
Love and laugh the whole day through
And have for summer's night
Dorna, Dorna, Dorna, Dorna
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
Why can't you have wings to fly with
Like the swallow you've learned to fly
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Love and laugh the whole day through
And have for summer's night
Dorna, Dorna, Dorna, Dorna
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