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...