Joan Baez is going to narrate this blog post, with a tale told through song, and a bit of escapism to take us out of the winter framework. Perhaps this should have been a summer song entry, but we need a little reference to summer here and now – after all, what’s the point of summer if we can’t conjure it in the midst of winter?
On a wagon bound for marketThere’s a calf with a mournful eyeHigh above him there’s a swallowWinging swiftly through the sky
How the winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLaugh and laugh the whole day throughAnd half the summer’s night…
“Stop complaining“, said the farmer“Who told you a calf to be?”“Why don’t you have wings to fly withLike the swallow so proud and free?”
How the winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLaugh and laugh the whole day throughAnd half the summer’s night
Donna, Donna, Donna, DonnaDonna, Donna, Donna, Don–Donna, Donna, Donna, DonnaDonna, Donna, Donna, Don–
Calves are easily bound and slaughteredNever knowing the reason whyBut whoever treasures freedomLike the swallow has learned to fly
How the winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLaugh and laugh the whole day throughAnd half the summer’s night
