On a wagon, bound for market
There's a calf with mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky

Refrein:
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-dai
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna
Donna, Donna, Donna-dai
 [bad word]  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 however, treasure freedom
Like the swallow who learned to fly