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 Shanon breeze

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

Then tell me pleaseHow 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 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 to relay

How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?