Irish Tenors - Glocca Morra lyrics

rate me

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?