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 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?