I close my eyes and
picture the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats
I dingle to the shores of Dunedin
I miss the River Shannon
and the folks at Skivering,
the moorlands and the meadows
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 cider down
Again I want to see and do
the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet
as shallom are,
And there's forty shades
of green.
I wish that I could spend an hour
At Dublin's Churning Surf
And I loved to watch the farmers
Drain the bugs and spay the toad
To see again the thatching
Of the straw the women glean
Sure I'd walk from Cork to learn
To see the forty shades of green
Most of all I miss a girl in
temporary time
And most of all I miss her lips as
soft as I'd have down
Again I want to see and do
the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shallom,
and the spotty shades of green.
But most of all I miss a
girl in temporary time
And most of all,
I miss her lips as soft as I do now
Again, I want to see him do the
things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar
and there's forty shades of green