On a wagon, bound for marketnThere's a calf with a mournful eyenHigh above her, there's a swallownWinging swiftly through the skynnHow the winds are laughingnThey laugh with all their mightnLaugh and laugh the whole day throughnAnd, half the summer's nightnnDonna, donna, donna, donnanDonna, donna, donna, donnDonna, donna, donna, donnanDonna, donna, donna, donnnStop complaining said the farmernWho told you a calf to be?nWhy don't you have wings to fly withnLike the swallow, so proud and free?nnHow the winds are laughingnThey laugh with all their mightnLaugh and laugh the whole day throughnAnd, half the summer's nightnnDonna, donna, donna, donnanDonna, donna, donna, donnDonna, donna, donna, donnanDonna, donna, donna, donnnCalves are easily bound and slaughterednNever knowing the reason whynBut whoever treasures freedomnLike the swallow who's learned to flynnHow the winds are laughingnThey laugh with all their mightnLaugh and laugh the whole day throughnAnd, half the summer's nightnnDonna, donna, donna, donnanDonna, donna, donna, donnDonna, donna, donna, donnanDonna, donna, donna, donnnDonovan n