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 is sweet as
 Shalimar and there's forty shades of green
 (Green, green, forty shades of green)
 I wish that I could spend an hour, at Dublin's churching 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 is sweet as
 Shalimar and there's forty shades of green