Текст Barbra Streisand – How Are Things In Glocca Morra? / Heather On The Hill

I hear a bird
Londonderry bird
It well may be he’s bringing me a cheering word
I hear a breeze

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 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
‘Toora-lay’
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 rill

There may be other days as rich and rare
There may be other springs as full and fair
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 laddie calling ‘toora-lay’?
Will we meet in Glocca Morra
Some fine day? Some fine day