Forty Shades Of Green Lyrics - The Browns

Green, green, forty shades of green 

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 meddle 

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 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 

Green, green, forty shades of green 

I wish that I could spend an hour 

At Dublin's churching surf 

I'd love to watch the farmers 

Drain the bogs and 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