My friend is on a journey
When will she be back
No plane, no bus
No luggage, no sack
For this pilgrimage she's waited
I guess she was due
She's dressed to the nines
Her eyes painted blue
She gets ready to leave
We say our goodbyes
She looks so beautiful
And everyone cries
We'll miss you Donna
So please hurry back
Or maybe we'll come to you
With no luggage, no sack