Lyrics:

On a wagon, bound for market
Theres a calf with a mournful eye
High above him, theres 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 summers night
Donna donna
Stop complaining, said the farmer
Who told you a calf to be?
Why dont 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 whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly