How Are Things In Glocca Morra?

I hear a bird, 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