Forty Shades of Green

Green, green, 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 Donaghadee

I miss the river Shannon

And the folks at Skibbereen

The moorlands and the meddle

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