I hear a bird, Londonderry bird
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word
I hear a breeze, a River Shanon 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 Mora
Is that willow tree still weeping there
Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye
Come smilin' by and does she 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 lass that comes a sighin' too ra lay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day