文本歌词

How Are Things In Glocca Mora - Dick Haymes/Helen Forrest
I hear a bird a Glocca Morra bird
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word
I hear a breeze a River Shannon breeze
It will 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 Morra
Is that willow tree still weeping there
Does that laddie with a twinkling eye
Come smiling by
And does she 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
Tooralay
How are things in Glocca Morra
This fine day
How are things in Glocca Morra
This fine day