Performed: Joan Baez, Donovan
| Am | E | Am | E |
| On a | wagon | bound for | market |
| Am | Dm | Am | E |
| There's a | calf with a | mournful | eye |
| Am | E | Am | E |
| High a | bove him | there's a | swallow |
| Am | Dm | Am | E7 | Am |
| Winging | swiftly | through | the | sky |
| G | C * Am |
| How the winds are | laughing |
| G | C * Am |
They | laugh with all their | might |
| G | C * Am |
| Laugh and laugh the | whole day through |
| E7 | Am |
And | half the summer's | night |
| E7 | Am |
| Donna donna donna | donna |
| G | C * Am |
| Donna donna donna | don |
| E7 | Am |
| Donna donna donna | donna |
| E7 | Am |
| Donna donna donna | don |
| Am | E | Am | E |
| Stop com | plaining, | said the | farmer |
| Am | Dm | Am | E |
| Who told | you a | calf to | be |
| Am | E | Am | E |
| Why don't | you have | wings to fly | with |
| Am | Dm | Am | E7 | Am |
| Like the | swallow so | proud | and | free |
| Am | E | Am | E |
| Calves are | easily | bound and | slaughtered |
| Am | Dm | Am | E |
| Never | knowing the | reason | why |
| Am | E | Am | E |
| But who | ever | treasures | freedom |
| Am | Dm | Am | E7 | Am |
| Like the | swallow has | learnt | to | fly |
Created 2012 Jun 14 22:05
This is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song.
You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.