Dick Haymes How Are Things In Glocca Morra Lyrics

How Are Things In Glocca Morra Lyrics

I hear a bird, 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 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 smilin' 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-sighin" Too ra lay
How
are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?