On a waggon 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
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 ...