How Are Things in Glocca Morra?

What did I tell ya now? Did ya hear the sky lark? Why? Oh, it's the same sky lark music that we have back in Ireland. A Glocca Morra sky lark I hear a bird, A Glocca Morra bird It well maybe he's bringin' me a cheer in word. I hear a breeze, A River Shanon breeze It well maybe, it's followed me across the seas Then tell me please, How are things in Glocca Morra? Is that little brook still leapin' 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 weepin' there? Does that laddie with a twinklin' eye come whistlin' 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-whistlin' to relay How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?