Barbra Streisand - How Are Things In Glocca Morra?* / The Heather On The Hill**

I hear a bird 

     Londonderry bird 

     It, well, maybe he's bringing me a cheering word 

     I hear a breeze 

     A river Shannon breeze 

     It, well, maybe its 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 Kenny banks, Kilcarrey 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 

     To relay 

     How are things in Glocca Morra 

     This fine day? 



     **The mist of May is in the gloamin' 

     And all the clouds are holdin' still 

     So take my hand and let's go roamin' 

     Through the heather on the hill 



     The mornin' dew is blinking yonder 

     There's lazy music in the air 

     And all I want to do is wander 

     Through the heather on the hill 



     There may be other days as rich and rare 

     There may be other springs as full and fare 

     But they won't be the same 

     They'll come and go 

     But this I must know 



     *How are things in Glocca Morra? 

     Is that laddy calling to relay? 

     Can we meet in Glocca Morra 

     Some fine day? 

     Some fine day 







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