Am    E        Am          E
On a wagon bound for market
Am          Dm             Am            E
There’s a calf with a mournful eye
Am               E        Am        E
High above him there’s a swallow
Am        Dm     Am      E     Am
Flying swiftly through the sky

G                             C
How the winds are laughing
G                                        C
They laugh with all their might
G                            C               Am
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
        E            Am
And half the summer’s night
(E, Am, E, Am, G, C, E, E, Am, Dm, E, Am)

Stop complaining says 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 whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly