Forty Shades Of Green

Forty Shades Of Green - Barnbrack

I close my eyes

And picture the emerald of the sea

From the fishing boats at Dingle

To the shores of Donaghadee

I miss the river Shannon

And the folks at Skibbereen

The moorlands and the meadows

And 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 eiderdown

Again I want 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'd love to watch the farmers

In the bogs spade the turf

To see again the thatching

Of the straw the women glean

I'd walk from Cork to Larne

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

Where the breeze is sweet

As Shalimar and there's forty shades of green

Where the breeze is sweet

As Shalimar and there's forty shades of green