On a wagon bound for market There's a calf with a mournful eye High above him there's a swallow Winging swiftly through the sky How the winds are laughing They laugh with all their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summer's a night Stop complaining said the farmer Who told you a calf to feed Why don't you have wings to fly with Like that swallow so proud and free How the winds are laughing They laugh with all their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summer's a night Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Calfs are easily bound and slaughtered Never knowing the reason why But whoever treasures freedom Like that swallow has learned to fly How the winds are laughing They laugh with all their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summer's a night Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da