How are things in Glocca Morra?
From Finian's Rainbow
Lyrics by E.Y. (Edgar Yipsel) Harburg   
Music by Burton Lane
1946

I hear a bird, a Glocca Morra (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 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 (lassie) with the twinklin' eye
Come whistlin' (smilin') by and does he (she) 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 (lass) that comes a whistlin' (sighin')
"Too ra lay"
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?
Melissa Errico in The Irish Repertory
Theatre Production in NYC, 2004
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