Forty Shades of Green
I close my eyes and picture the
emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle to
the shores at Dunadee
I miss the River Shannon and the folks
at Skibbereen
The moorlands and meadows and the
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
Again I long to see and do the things
we´ve done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar
and there´s Forty Shades of Green
I wish that I could spend an hour in
Dublin´s churning sufr
I love to watch the farmers drain the
bogs and spade the turf
To see again the thatching of the
straw the women glean
I´d walk from Cork to Larne to
see the 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
we´ve done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar
and there´s Forty Shades of Green