Connie Francis - How Are Things in Glocca Morra lyrics

(E.Y. Harburg - Burton Lane)

I hear a bird a Londonderry bird

It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word

I hear a breeze a River Shannon breeze

It well may be 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 Killy begs 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 too ra lay

How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?...