Joan Baez - Dona Dona

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Dona, dona, dona, dona,

Dona, dona, dona, do,

Dona, dona, dona, dona,

Dona, dona, dona, do

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

Laugh and laugh the whole day through

And half the summer's night.

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"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?"

       How the winds are laughing ...

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Calves are easily bound and slaughtered

Never knowing the reason why.

But whoever treasures freedom,

Like the swallow has learned to fly.

       How the winds are laughing ...

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