How Are Things In Glocca Morra

I hear a bird a Londonderry bird

It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word

I hear a breeze a River Shannon breeze

It well may be it's followed me across the sea

Then tell me please

How are things in Glocca Morra is that little brook still leaping there

Does it still run down to Donny cove through Killy begs Kilkerry and Kildare

How are things in Glocca Morra is that willow tree still weeping there

Does that laddie with the twinkling eye come whistling by

And does he walk away sad and dreamy there not to see me there

So I ask each weeping willow and each brook along the way

And each lad that comes a whistling too ra lay

How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day