How Are Things In Glocca Morra?
Bing Crosby Lyrics


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I hear a bird, Londonderry bird,
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word.
I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze,
It well may be it's followed me across the seas.
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 Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?

How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye
Come smilin' by and does she walk away,

Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?
So I ask each weepin' willow and each brook along the way,




And each lass that comes a-sighin' too ra lay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of How Are Things In Glocca Morra? by Bing Crosby depict the yearning of someone for their homeland. The references to Londonderry bird, River Shanon breeze, Killybegs, Kilkerry, and Kildare highlight the strong connection of the singer with Ireland. The person is eager to know about the current state of events in Glocca Morra, a village in Ireland that is talked about in legends and is considered utopian.


The song is evocative of the Irish folklore which is full of magic and mystical elements. The singer asks about the weeping willow trees, the brooks, and the lassie with the twinkling eye. The song reflects the romanticized notion of a remote and isolated community that is untouched by the crises and corruption that plagues the modern world. The lyrics of the song express a wistful longing for a peaceful world far away from the chaos of the present.


Line by Line Meaning

I hear a bird, Londonderry bird,
I am hearing a bird from Londonderry, which might bring good news to me.


It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word.
The bird might be bringing me some happy news.


I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze,
Now, I am feeling a breeze from River Shanon.


It well may be it's followed me across the seas.
It might be possible that the breeze has followed me across the seas.


Then tell me please,
So, can you please tell me,


How are things in Glocca Morra?
How are things going in Glocca Morra at present time?


Is that little brook still leaping there?
Can you tell me whether that little brook is still flowing and leaping there?


Does it still run down to Donny cove?
Is that brook still running down to Donny cove?


Through Killybegs, Kilkerry, and Kildare?
Is it continuing to run through Killybegs, Kilkerry, and Kildare as before?


How are things in Glocca Mora?
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?


Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Is that willow tree still weeping at that place?


Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye
Is that girl with the twinkling eye still there?


Come smilin' by and does she walk away,
Does she still smile and walk away from me without seeing me there?


Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?
Is she sad and dreamy because she cannot see me there?


So I ask each weepin' willow and each brook along the way,
Thus, I ask each crying willow tree and each brook which comes my way,


And each lass that comes a-sighin' too ra lay
I also ask each girl who comes sighing and singing on her way.


How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?
How are things in Glocca Morra today?




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Burton Lane, Edgar Yipsel Harburg

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@alexsoleta882

I hear a bird, Londonderry bird,
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word.
I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze,
It well may be it's followed me across the seas.
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 Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye
Come smilin' by and does she walk away,
Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?
So I ask each weepin' willow and each brook along the way,
And each lass that comes a-sighin' too ra lay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?



All comments from YouTube:

@phillipgreenfield8120

What a wonderful song and a trip down memory lane from an 85 year old lover of music. Wherever it may take you

@maryfoxcouzens8763

Every St. Patrick's Day when I was a child, I would wake up to my (non Irish) Dad blasting his Bing Crosby Irish '78's! My Mother who had a drunken Irish father was NOT amused...

@davidwolf226

I still miss that great baritone voice!

@tribeofjudah

My pops (RIP) used to play this song on 8-Track tape in his Ford Maverick. I was just a kid.

@simonlevante2257

Bing, the best ever!

@itamackechnie8913

Love it

@lizryan6289

Der Bingle. 💔

@alexsoleta882

I hear a bird, Londonderry bird,
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word.
I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze,
It well may be it's followed me across the seas.
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 Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye
Come smilin' by and does she walk away,
Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?
So I ask each weepin' willow and each brook along the way,
And each lass that comes a-sighin' too ra lay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?

@chrislawrie4381

Buddy Clark the best

@herasmarket

Love petunia's version and of corse Fred Astair's version.

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