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Dona (Donovan)

AmEAmEAmDm
On a wagon bound for market, There's a calf with
AmEAmEAm
a mournful eye. High above him there's a
EAmDmAmEAm
swallow, Winging swiftly through the sky.
[chorus]:
    GCAmG
    How the winds are laughing, They laugh
    CG
    with all their might. Laugh and laugh
    CAmE
    the whole day through, And half the
    AmE
    summer's night. (Dona, dona) Dona,
    AmG
    dona, dona, dona, Dona, dona, dona,
    CEAmE
    doe. Dona, dona, dona, dona, Dona,
    Am
    dona, dona, doe.
AmEAmEAm
"Stop complaining!" said the farmer, "Who told
     
DmAmEAmEAm
you a calf to be? Why don't you have wings to
EAmDmAmEAm
fly with, Like the swallow so proud and free?"
[chorus]
AmEAmEAm
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered Never
DmAmEAmEAm
knowing the reason why. But whoever treasures
EAmDmAmEAm
freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly.
[chorus]

Dona (Donovan)                                    
                                                  
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.         
                                                  
[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, dona, dona,           
    doe. Dona, dona, dona, dona, Dona,            
    dona, dona, doe.                              
                                                  
"Stop complaining!" 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 whoever treasures     
freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly.     
                                                  
[chorus]