Lyrics Forty Shades of Green - Foster , Allen

I close my eyes and picture
The emerald of the sea
And the fishing boats at Dingle
To the shores of Dundee

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
For the breeze as sweet as shalomar
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 patchen of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to learn 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
For the breeze as sweet as shalomar
And there's forty shades of green