Burton Lane - How Are Things in Glocca Morra? Lyrics

I hear a bird
A Glocca Morra bird
It may well be
He's bringing me
A cheerin' word
I hear a breeze
A River Shannon breeze
It may well be
It's followed me
Across the seas
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leapin' there?
Does it still run down to Donny Cove?
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry, and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that willow tree still weepin' there?
Does that laddie with the twinklin' eye
Come whistlin' by
And does he 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 lad that comes a-whistlin'
How are things in Glocca Morra
This fine day?