How Are Things In Glocca Mora

Sharon, do you hear that skylark?
Aye
The same skylark music we have back in Ireland
Aye, a Glocca Morra skylark

I hear a bird, a Glocca Morra bird
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word
I hear 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 leaping there?
Does it still run down to Donny Cooch
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-whistlin' to Rahilly
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?