^BmOn a w^F#aggon bou^Bmnd for marke^F#t ^Bm there`s a cal^Emf with a mour^Gnful eye. ^F# ^BmHigh a^F#bove him the^Bmre`s a swall^F#ow, ^Bm winging swift^Emly throug^Gh th^F#e sk^Bmy.

.::Chorus::.

^AHow the winds are laughing^D, they la^Augh with all their might. ^D ^ALaugh and laugh the whole da^Dy thr^C#ough,^Bm and h^Galf the sum^F#mer`s night. ^Bm

^ADonna, Donna, Donna, Donna ^D ^ADonna, Donna, Donna, Don. ^D ^ADonna, Donna, Donna, Donna ^D ^GDonna, Don^F#na, Donna, Don. ^Bm

"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?“ --->Chorus C#m G# C#m G# C#m Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,

never kn^F#mowing the reas^Aon why. ^G# C#m G# C#m G# C#m

But whoever treasures freedom,

like the sw^F#mallow has lear^Aned to f^G#ly ^C#m like the s^F#mwallow has lea^Arned to f^G#ly ^C#m

Sita Rsd - Donna donna