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 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

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