I hear a bird
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Londonderry bird
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It, well, maybe he's bringing me a cheering word
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I hear a breeze
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A river Shannon breeze
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It, well, maybe its followed me across the sea
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Then tell me please
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How are things in Glocca Morra?
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Is that little brook still leaping there?
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Does it still run down to donny cove
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Through Kenny banks, Kilcarrey and Kildare?
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How are things in glocca morra?
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Is that willow tree still weeping there?
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Does that laddy with the twinklin' eye
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Come whistling by?
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And does he walk away
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Sad and dreamy there
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Not to see me there?
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So I ask each weeping willow
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And each brook along the way
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And each lad that comes a whistling
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To relay
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How are things in Glocca Morra
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This fine day?
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**The mist of May is in the gloamin'
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And all the clouds are holdin' still
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So take my hand and let's go roamin'
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Through the heather on the hill
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The mornin' dew is blinking yonder
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There's lazy music in the air
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And all I want to do is wander
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Through the heather on the hill
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There may be other days as rich and rare
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There may be other springs as full and fare
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But they won't be the same
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They'll come and go
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But this I must know
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*How are things in Glocca Morra?
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Is that laddy calling to relay?
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Can we meet in Glocca Morra
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Some fine day?
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Some fine day
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HOW ARE THINGS IN GLOCCA MORRA?* / THE HEATHER ON THE HILL**
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| Barbra Streisand |
