Текст песни How Are Things In Glocca Morra

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 Killy begs 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 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 too ra lay How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day