Glocca Morra Lyrics - Ireland - The Irish Tenors

I hear a bird, a little Derry bird 

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

I feel 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 rippling there? 

Does it still run down to a Donny Cove 

Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare? 

How are things in Glocca Morra? 

Is that willow tree still weeping there? 

Does the lassie with the twinkling eye go smiling by 

Or 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 lass that comes a-sighing Tooralay 

How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day? 

How are things in Glocca Morra? 

Is that willow tree still weeping there? 

Does the lassie with the twinkling eye go smiling by 

Or 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 lass that comes a-sighing Tooralay 

How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?