Donna, Donna
Donna, Donna (Solo – pdf – download)
Joan Baez
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On a wagon bound for market |
„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 |
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered Never knowing the reason why But whoever treasures freedom Like the swallow has learned to fly |
| How the winds are laughing They laugh with all the their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summer’s night |
Donna Donna Donna Donna |
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