On a wagon, bound for market...

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, half a 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 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, 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
Oh, 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, half the summer's night.

Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don,
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.

A Song by Donovan