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 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 Morra?
Is that willow tree
still weeping there?
Does that laddie with the twinkling eye
Come whistling by? And does she 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 tooralay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?
So I ask each weeping willow
And each brook along the way
And each lad that comes a-whistling tooralay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?
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How Are Things In Glocca Morra?
I hear a bird
A Glocca Morra bird
It well may be he's bringin’ me
A cheerin’ word
I hear a breeze
A River Shannon 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 Morra?
Is that
willow tree still weeping there?
Does that laddie (lassie) with the twinklin' eye
Come whistlin' (smilin') by
And does he (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 lad (lass) that comes a-whistlin' (a-sighin')
Tooralay
How are things in Glocca Morra
This fine day? Last Update: June, 11th 2014
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Ella Logan
Ella Logan (March 6, 1913 – May 1, 1969) was a Scottish-born actress and singer, who appeared on Broadway, recorded and had a nightclub career in the United States and internationally. more »
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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?Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Written by: Burton Lane, Edgar Yipsel Harburg
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How Are Things in Glocca Morra? Song Lyrics
I hear a bird, a Glocca Morra bird.
It may well be he's bringing me a cheer'in word.
I hear a breeze, a river Shannon breeze.
It may well 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 Morra?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that laddie with the twinklin' eye
Come whistlin' by
And does he 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 lad that comes a-whistlin'
Tooralay
How are things in Glocca Morra
This fine day?