Onaw
agon
boundform
arket,
There'sa
calfwitha
mournful
eye.
Highab
ovehim
there'sas
wallow
Wingings
wiftlyt
hroughthe
sky.{c：Chorus：}
Howthewindsarel
aughing,
Theyl
aughwithalltheirm
ight,
Laughandlaughthew
holed
ayth
rough,And
halfthesummer'sn
ight.
Dona,dona,dona,d
onna;
Dona,dona,dona,
don.
Dona,dona,dona,d
onna;
Dona,dona,dona,
don.