On a waggon bound for market
There’s a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there’s a swallow
Wingging swiftly through the sky
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And have the summer’s night
Stop complaining sad 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
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But who ever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to
fly
Like the swallow has learned to fly
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