I hear a bird
 Londonderry bird
 It, well, maybe he's bringing me a cheering word
 I hear a breeze
 A river Shannon breeze
 It, well, maybe its followed me across the sea
 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 Kenny banks, Kilcarrey and Kildare?
 How are things in glocca morra?
 Is that willow tree still weeping there?
 Does that laddy with the twinklin' 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
 To relay
 How are things in Glocca Morra
 This fine day?

 The mist of May is in the gloamin'
 And all the clouds are holdin' still
 So take my hand and let's go roamin'
 Through the heather on the hill

 The mornin' dew is blinking yonder
 There's lazy music in the air
 And all I want to do is wander
 Through the heather on the hill

 There may be other days as rich and rare
 There may be other springs as full and fare
 But they won't be the same
 They'll come and go
 But this I must know

 How are things in Glocca Morra?
 Is that laddy calling to relay?
 Can we meet in Glocca Morra
 Some fine day?
 Some fine day