Forty Shades Of Green Lyrics
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
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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
