Roger Whittaker Forty Shades Of Green
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 moorlands and 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
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
suft
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 lips as soft as eiderdown
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
