[ Предположительная тональность: Am ] 017 {title:Dona, Dona} {st:original Yiddish: Aaron Zeitlin & Shalom Secunda} {st:English: Arthur Kevess & Teddi Schwartz} [Am]On a w[E]agon [Am]bound for m[E]arket, [Am]There's a [Dm]calf with a [Am]mournful [E]eye. [Am]High ab[E]ove him [Am]there's a s[E]wallow [Am]Winging s[Dm]wiftly t[E]hrough the [Am]sky. {c:Chorus:} [G]How the winds are l[C]aughing, [Am]They l[G]augh with all their m[C]ight, [G]Laugh and laugh the w[C]hole d[E]ay th[Am]rough, And [E]half the summer's n[Am]ight. [E]Dona, dona, dona, d[Am]onna; [G]Dona, dona, dona, [C]don. [E]Dona, dona, dona, d[Am]onna; [E]Dona, dona, dona, [Am]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?" {c:Chorus.} Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, Never knowing the reason why, But whoever treasures freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly. {c:Chorus.} # # Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives # by Steve Putz putz@parc.xerox.com> # 7 September 1992