The Browns - 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 meadows and the moorlands And their forty shades of green But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town And most of all I miss her charms And hair so long and brown 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 surf 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 And most of all I miss her charms And hair so long and brown 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...