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 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 at Dublin'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
 I'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 we've done and seen
 Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar and there's Forty Shades of Green