AmOn a E7wagon Ambound for E7market
AmThere's a Dmcalf with a AmmournE7ful E7eye
AmHigh aE7bove him Amthere's a E7swallow
AmWinging Dmswiftly Amthrough E7the Amsky
GHow the winds are Claughing
They Glaugh with G7all their Cmight
GLaugh and laugh the E7whole day Amthrough
E7And half the summer's Amnight
E7Dona, Dona, Dona, AmDonna;
G7Dona, Dona, G7Dona-Cdai
E7Dona, Dona, Dona, AmDonna;
E7Dona, Dona, Dona-Amdai
"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?"
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly