I hear a bird 
Londonderry bird 
It, well, maybe he's bringing me a cheering word 
I hear a breeze 
A river Shannon breeze 
It, well, maybe its followed me across the sea 
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 Kenny banks, Kilcarrey and Kildare? 
How are things in glocca morra? 
Is that willow tree still weeping there? 
Does that laddy 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 
To relay 
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 air 
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 fare 
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 laddy calling to relay? 
Can we meet in Glocca Morra 
Some fine day? 
Some fine day