[Am]On a w[E]agon [Am]bound for

..m[E]arket,

[Am]There's a [Dm]calf with a

..[Am]mournful [E]eye.

[Am]High ab[E]ove him [Am]there's

..a s[E]wallow

[Am]Winging s[Dm]wiftly t[E]hrough

..the [Am]sky.

{c:Chorus:}

     [G]How the winds are

..l[C]aughing,

     [Am]They l[G]augh with all

..their m[C]ight,

     [G]Laugh and laugh the

..w[C]hole d[E]ay th[Am]rough,

     And [E]half the summer's

..n[Am]ight.

     [E]Dona, dona, dona,

..d[Am]onna;

     [G]Dona, dona, dona, [C]don.

     [E]Dona, dona, dona,

..d[Am]onna;

     [E]Dona, dona, dona, [Am]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?"

     {c:Chorus.}

Calves are easily bound and

..slaughtered,

Never knowing the reason why,

But whoever treasures freedom,

Like the swallow has learned to

..fly.

     {c:Chorus.}