The Browns - 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 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...







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