DONA, DONA
(learned from Joan Baez album)
On a wagon bound for market
Stop complaining, said the farmer,
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
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
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night, dona dona,
Dona, dona, dona,
Dona, dona, dona, don..
Dona, dona, dona,
Dona, dona, dona, don.
Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with,
Like the swallow, so proud and free?
How the winds are laughing, (etc.)
Never knowing the reason why
But for those who treasure freedom,
Like the swallow, they learn to fly.
How the winds are laughing, (etc.)