I hear a bird, a Glocca Morra bird It well may be, he's bringing me a cheering word I hear a breeze, a river shining 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 a 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 Tooralay How are things in Glocca Morra This fine a day?