Forty Shades Of Green

<br>I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea<br>From the fishing boats at Dingle to the shores of Dunardee<br>I miss the river Shannon and the folks at Skibbereen<br>The midlands and the moorlands with their forty shades of green<br>But most of all I miss the girl in Tipperary town<br>And most of all I miss her arms and hair so long and brown<br>Again I wanna see and do the things we`ve done and seen<br>Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar and there`s forty shades of green<br>[ piano ]<br>I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin`s churching surf<br>I`d love to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf<br>To see again the thatching of the straw the women glean<br>I`d walk from Cork to Larne to see the forty shades of green<br>But most of all I miss the girl in Tipperary town<br>And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown<br>Again I want to see and do the things we`ve done and seen<br>Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar and there`s forty shades of green