How Are Things In Glocca Morra

Sharon, do you hear that skylark?

Aye

The same skylark music we have back in Ireland

Aye, a Glocca Morra skylark

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 leapin' there?

Does it still run down to Donny Cove?

Through Killybegs, Kilkerry, and Kildaire?

How are things in Glocca Morra?

Is that willow tree still weepin' 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?