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 Donagha  -dea; I  miss the River Shannon And the  folks at Skibbereen The  moorlands and the meadows 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 eider-  -down; Again I want to see and do The    things we've done and seen With the    breeze as sweet as shalamar And 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 thatches Of the    straw the women glean; I'd    walk from Cork to Laren 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 eider-  -down; Again I want to see and do The    things we've done and seen With the    breeze as sweet as shalamar And there's    forty shades of    green.