DONA DONA
(BAR)
m. Sholom Secunda; w. Sheldon Secunda
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Intro:
x2
On a wagon bound for market
there`s a calf with a mournful eye.
High a-bove him there`s a swallow,
winging swiftly through the
sky.
CHORUS:
How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through, and half the summer`s night.
Dona, Dona, Dona, Dona; Dona, Dona, Dona, Don.
Dona, Dona, Dona, Dona; Dona, Dona, Dona, Don
"Stop com-plaining!“ 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?“
Chorus
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
never knowing the reason why.
But who-ever treasures freedom,
like the swallow has learned to
fly.
Chorus