How Are Things In Glocca Morra? * / The Heather On The Hill** Lyrics
How Are Things In Glocca Morra? * / The Heather On The Hill** by Barbie
I hear a birdLondonderry birdIt, well, maybe he’s bringing me a cheering wordI hear a breezeA river shannon breezeIt, well, maybe it’s followed me across the seaThen tell me pleaseHow are things in glocca morra? Is that little brook still leaping there? Does it still run down to donny coveThrough kenny banks, kilcarrey and kildare? How are things in glocca morra? Is that willow tree still weeping there? Does that laddy with the twinklin’ eyeCome whistling by? And does he walk awaySad and dreamy thereNot to see me there? So I ask each weeping willowAnd each brook along the wayAnd each lad that comes a whistlingTo relayHow are things in glocca morraThis fine day? **the mist of may is in the gloamin’And all the clouds are holdin’ stillSo take my hand and let’s go roamin’Through the heather on the hillThe mornin’ dew is blinking yonderThere’s lazy music in the airAnd all I want to do is wanderThrough the heather on the hillThere may be other days as rich and rareThere may be other springs as full and fareBut they won’t be the sameThey’ll come and goBut this I must know*how are things in glocca morra? Is that laddy calling to relay? Can we meet in glocca morraSome fine day? Some fine day