How Are Things in Glocca Morra?

I hear a bird, Glocca Morra bird It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze It well may be it's followed me across the seas 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 Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare? How are things in Glocca Mora? Is that willow tree still weeping there? Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye Come whislin' by and does she walk away Sad and dreamy there not to see me there? So I ask each weepin' willow and each brook along the way And each lass that comes a-whislin' too ra lay How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day? La la la la la la Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye Come whislin' by and does she walk away Sad and dreamy there not to see me there? So I ask each weepin' willow and each brook along the way And each lass that comes a-whislin' too ra lay, too ra lay How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day? I hear a bird, a Glocca Morra bird --- How Are Things in Glocca Morra? - Kate Baldwin