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Donna, Donna Lyrics
On a wagon, bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above her, 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?
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
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow who's learned to fly
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
Donovan
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above her, there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And, half the summer's night
Donna, donna, donna, don
Donna, donna, donna, donna
Donna, donna, donna, don
Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with
Like the swallow, so proud and free?
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And, half the summer's night
Donna, donna, donna, don
Donna, donna, donna, donna
Donna, donna, donna, don
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow who's learned to fly
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And, half the summer's night
Donna, donna, donna, don
Donna, donna, donna, donna
Donna, donna, donna, don
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Uncharacteristically depressing, but still a beautiful song. I draw a herd mentality versus solo flight interpretation, wishing to go off on your own but sadly going with the group for no other reason than fear of ostracization. Despite the hopefully obvious oxymoron, many seem to continue to adopt this status in growing numbers, giving the song relevance decades later...
A cover of a Joan Baez song