Forty Shades of Green

I close my eyes, and picture
The emerald, of the sea
From the fishing boats, at Dingle
To the shores, of Dunardee

I miss, the river, Shannon
And the folks, at Skibbereen
The moorlands, and the midlands
With 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

Again, I want to see and do
The things, we've done, and seen
Where the breeze, as sweet as Shalimar
There's, forty shades of green

I wish, that I could spend an hour
At Dublin's, churning surf
I'd 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

Again, I want to see, and do
The things, we've done, and seen
Where the breeze, as sweet, as Shalimar
There's, forty shades of green