When I wanted to sing it on St Patrick's Day, a friend read it to me over the phone from the sheet music... She read "I feel a breeze...". Lots of times lyrics are posted from memory or from a not quite accurate source.

Well, you know this one ain't quite authentic, because as far as I know, it was sung by the female lead and all the sighing lassies were whistling laddies. One or two other differences from the version I learned as well, but who's countin'?

... Actually, the more I go back and study the version Joe found, the more it bothers me. Small things but for me they make a difference. Here's the song as I remember it. (actually, I hunted around til I found a site where the words are the way I remember! - you can find ANYTHING on the Web, as my husband is always telling me...)

How Are Things In Glocca Morra?

Patter:

I hear a bird, a Londonderry bird,
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word.
I feel a breeze, a River Shannon breeze,
It well may be it's followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please:

Chorus:

How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down to Donny-cove?
Through Killy-begs, Kilkerry and Kildare?

How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that laddie with the twinklin' eye
Come whistlin' by and does he 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 lad that comes a whistlin'
Too-ra-lay
How are things in Glocca Morra
This fine day?

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(words by E.Y. Harburg; music by Burton Lane, 1946)
© 1946 by The Players Music Corp
From the Broadway Musical, "Finian's Rainbow"