11 ~ Donna, Donna - Joan Baez

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 they 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

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But who ever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly