How Are Things in Glocca Morra?

How Are Things in Glocca Morra? - Julie Andrews

I hear a bird a 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 Morra

Is that willow tree still weeping there

Does that laddie with the 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 to relay

How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day

How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day