Rosemary Clooney - How Are Things In Glocca Morra Lyrics
I hear a bird, a Londonderry birdIt well may be he's bringing me a cheering wordI hear a breeze, a River Shanon breezeIt well may be it's followed me across the seasThen tell me pleaseHow are things in Glocca Morra?Is that little brook still leaping there?Does it still run down to Donny coveThrough Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?How are things in Glocca Morra?Is that willow tree still weeping there?Does that laddie with the twinkling eyeCome whistling by? And does she walk awaySad and dreamy there, not to see me there?So I ask each weeping willowAnd each brook along the wayAnd each lad that comes a-whistling tooralayHow are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?So I ask each weeping willowAnd each brook along the wayAnd each lad that comes a-whistling tooralayHow are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?