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