I CLOSE MY
EYES AND PICTURE
THE EMERALD OF THE SEA
FROM THE FISHING BOATS
I DINGLE TO THE SHORES OF DUNAVIE
I miss the river Shannon
and the folks at Skivery
The Midlands and the Moorlands
with their forty shades of green
But most of all,
miss a girl in Timborary Town
And most of all, I miss her lips
as soft as lighter down
Again, I wanna see and do the
things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar
And there're forty shades
of green
I wish that I could spend an hour
At Dublin's Churning Sur
I'd like to watch the farmers
Drain the bogs and spade the surf
To see again the thatching
Of the straw the women gleam
I'd walk from cork to larn
To see the forties shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl
in Temporary Town
And most of all I miss her lips
as soft as lighter down
Again I want to see and do the
things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar
and there're forty shades of green
Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar
and there're forty shades of green you