How Are Things in Glocca Morra? (Remastered)

I hear a bird, a 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 Killybegs
Through Donny cove, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that laddy with the twinkling eye come whistling by?
And does he go 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 Raleigh, "How are things in Glocca
Morra this fine day?" I hear a breeze, a River Shannon breeze
It well may be it's followed me across the seas