How Are Things In Glocca Morra? - Kitty Kallen

I hear a bird,

A Londonderry bird

It, well, maybe he’s bringing me a cheering word

I hear a breeze,

A river Shannon breeze

It, well, maybe 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 Kenny banks,

Kilcarrey and Kildare?

How are things in Glocca Morra?

Is that willow tree still weeping there?

Does that laddy with the twinklin' 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

To relay

How are things in Glocca Morra

This fine day?