Dick Haymes - Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea lyrics

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 k**ybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare? How are things in Glocca Mora? Is that willow tree still weeping there? Does that la**ie 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 la** that comes a-sighin