Donna
On a wagon, bound for market, there's a calf with a mournful eye.
High above of him there's a swallow, winging swiftly through the sky.
Ref. 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...
"Stop complaining !" said the famer, "who told you a calf to be? Why don't you have wings to fly with like the swallow so proud and free?"
Ref. 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...
Calves are easily bound and laughtered never knowing the reason why. But whoever treasures freedoom like a swallow has learned to fly.
Ref. 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...
