How Are Things In Glocca Morra? / Heather On The Hill – Barbra Streisand
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I hear a bird Londonderry 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 Cove Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare? How are things in Glocca Morra? Is that willow tree still weeping there? Does that laddie with the twinklin’ 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 ‘Toora-lay’ How are things in Glocca Morra This fine day?
The mist of May is in the gloamin’ And all the clouds are holdin’ still So take my hand and let’s go roamin’ Through the heather on the hill
The mornin’ dew is blinking yonder There’s lazy music in the rill And all I want to do is wander Through the heather on the hill
There may be other days as rich and rare There may be other springs as full and fair But they won’t be the same, they’ll come and go But this I must know
How are things in Glocca Morra? Is that laddie calling ‘toora-lay’? Will we meet in Glocca Morra Some fine day? Some fine day