Afigamli.is - Grandfather's guitar site

Dona, Dona

	Am	E	Am	E
	On a w	agon	bound for m	arket,

	Am	Dm	Am	E
	There's a	calf with a	mournful	eye.

	Am	E	Am	E
	High ab	ove him	there's a s	wallow

	Am	Dm	E	Am
	Winging s	wiftly t	hrough the	sky.

		G	C
		How the winds are l	aughing,

		Am	G	C
		They l	augh with all their m	ight,

		G	C	E	Am
		Laugh and laugh the w	hole d	ay th	rough,

		E	Am
	And	half the summer's n	ight.

		E	Am
		Dona, dona, dona, d	onna;

		G	C
		Dona, dona, dona,	don.

		E	Am
		Dona, dona, dona, d	onna;

		E	Am
		Dona, dona, dona,	don.

"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?"

How the winds ...

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 ...

Go back

Nothing has been written about this song.
You must be a registered user to be able to post a message