I hear a bird, a Londonderry bird
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word
I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze
It may well 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 the twinkling eye
Come whistling 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?
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?
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- On The Air
- Love Songs
- The Essential Rosemary Clooney
- Playlist: The Very Best Of Rosemary Clooney
- 16 Biggest Hits
- Come On A My House - The Very Best Of Rosemary Clooney -...
- Lifestyle Food: The Dinner Party
- 50th Anniversary Concert At The London Palladium
- Fancy Meeting You Here
- The Classic Rosemary Clooney
- Look My Way/Nice To Be Around
- Rosemary Clooney Greatest Hits
- Rosie Solves the Swinging Riddle
- Out of This World
- Do You Miss New York?
- Great Jazz Giants: Smooth Jazz, Volume 1
- Hey There
- Jazz Hour, Vol. 2
- Mambo Italiano