Lyrics

I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
Where the fishing boats at Dingle to the shores at Dunehea
I miss the River Shannon and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the meadows and 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

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 straw the women clean
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