Forty Shades Of Green
I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
From the fishin boats at Dingle to the shores at Dunehea
I miss the River Shannon and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and meadows and their Forty Shades of Green
But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown
I long again to see and do the things weÒ‘ve done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar and thereÒ‘s Forty Shades of Green
I wish that I could spend an hour at DublinÒ‘s churning suft
I long to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see again the thatching of the straw the women clean
IÒ‘d walk from Cork to Larne to see those Forty Shades of Green
But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown
I long again to see and do the things weÒ‘ve done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar and thereÒ‘s Forty Shades of Green