Simone
On a waggon bound for marketthere`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?“ + ChorusCalves are easily bound and slaughtered,never knowing the reason why.But whoever treasures freedom,like the swallow has learned to fly. + Chorus
