How Are Things In Glocca Morra/Come To Me, Bend To Me

I hear a bird, Glocca Morra bird
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word
I hear a breeze, a River Shannon 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 Morra?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with the twinkling eye come trippin by?
Or does she 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 lass that comes a sighin tooralay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?

So I ask each weeping willow
And each brook along the way
And each lad that comes a-whistling tooralay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?


Because they told me I can't behold ye till weddin' music starts playin';
To ease my longin' there's nothin' wrong in my standin' out here and sayin':
Come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day!
Darlin', my darlin', 'tis all I can say,
Jus' come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day!
Give me your lips an' don't take them away.
Come, dearie, near me so ye can hear me, I've got to whisper this softly.
For though I'm burnin' to shout my yearnin', the words come tiptoein' off me.
Oh, come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day!
Darlin' my darlin', 'tis all I can say.
Jus' come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day!
Give me your lips an' don't take them away.