How Are Things in Glocca Morra
Mel Tormé 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

Mel Tormé's song "How Are Things in Glocca Morra" is a nostalgic ode to an idyllic and mythical Irish village. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the poet's longing for the peaceful and simple life he remembers from his childhood in Glocca Morra. The song begins with the poet hearing a bird from his hometown of Londonderry, which he hopes is bringing him good news. He then hears a breeze from the River Shanon and imagines it has followed him across the sea.


The lyrics then ask a series of poignant questions about the state of Glocca Morra, wondering if the brook that ran down to Donny Cove is still leaping there, and if the willow tree is still weeping. The poet asks about a lassie with a twinkling eye who used to come walking by and wonders if she still comes by, only to walk away, sad and dreamy, now that he is not there. The lyrics evoke a mood of longing and melancholy, as the poet looks back at an idealized past that he can never regain.


Overall, "How Are Things in Glocca Morra" is a masterful example of a nostalgic ballad, using vivid imagery and plaintive questioning to create a fully realized portrait of a lost paradise. The song is a tribute to the power of memory and the emotional resonance of an imagined past.


Line by Line Meaning

I hear a bird, Londonderry bird,
I hear a bird singing, which may indicate that it has good news for me.


It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word.
The bird's song may be conveying a message of hope or happiness.


I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze,
I feel a light wind, which may be blowing from the River Shannon.


It well may be it's followed me across the seas.
The wind may have traveled with me from across the seas.


Then tell me please
I request information.


How are things in Glocca Morra?
I want to know about the current state of Glocca Morra.


Is that little brook still leaping there?
I wonder if the small stream is still flowing energetically in Glocca Morra.


Does it still run down to Donny cove?
I am curious about whether the brook runs through Donny Cove as it used to.


Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
I am wondering if the stream still flows through other places such as Killybegs, Kilkerry, and Kildare.


How are things in Glocca Mora?
I am once again requesting more information about Glocca Morra.


Is that willow tree still weeping there?
I am asking whether the willow tree is still standing and appearing to be crying.


Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye
I want to know about a particular girl who has a sparkling look in her eyes.


Come smilin' by and does she walk away,
I am inquiring if she still walks by while smiling and then walks away.


Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?
I am wondering if she appears sad and lost in thought, perhaps because she doesn't see me there.


So I ask each weepin' willow and each brook along the way,
I am asking each sad-looking willow and every stream I encounter on my journey.


And each lass that comes a-sighin' Too ra lay
I am inquiring about every girl who comes my way, who may be sighing for me or for some other reason.


How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?
I am asking about the current state of Glocca Morra on this particular day.




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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