Donna Donna-Joan Baez Donna Donna-Joan Baez On a wagon bound for market, Theres's a calf with a mournful eyes. High above him there's a swallow winging swiftly through the sky. How the winds are laughing, They laugh with all their night. Laugh and laugh the whole day through and half the summer's night. Donna Donna Donna Donna Stop complaing said the farmer. Who told you a calf to be. Why don't..