How Are Things in Glocca Morra Songtext
von Fred Astaire

I hear a bird, Glocca Morra 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 laddie with the twinklin′ eye
Come whistlin" by and does he 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 lad that comes a-singin' too ra lay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?