How Are Things in Glocca Morra? Rosemary Clooney

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I hear a bird, a Londonderry bird
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word
I hear a breeze, a river shannon breeze
It well may be it's followed me across the sea
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 laddy with the twinklin' eye
Come whistling by?
And does he 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?” by Rosemary Clooney, released in 1947, is a #Jazz standard reflecting nostalgia and longing for a lost home. The lyrics express yearning for a quaint, idyllic place, highlighting themes of love and reminiscence. Its melodic charm and Clooney's warm vocals contribute to its enduring appeal in popular culture.

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