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 their might
Love 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 what had to be?
Why can'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

Love 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