40 shades of green

Dexys Midnight Runners

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 middle
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

I wish that I could spend one hour
At Dublin s churching surf
I d love to watch the farmers
Drain the bog and spade the turf

To see again the thatching
Of the straw the women clean
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 oh

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
Oh Where that breeze is sweet as Shalimar
And there s forty shades of green
Yes