Inrasara

DONNA
Joan Baez hát

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

Chorus
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might

GREEN FIELDS – The Brothers Four
Green-Fields
The Brothers Four

Once there were green fields kissed by the sun
Once there were valleys where rivers used to run
Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above
Once they were parts of an everlasting love
We were the lovers who strolled through green fields