The Forty Shades of Green
( Johnny Cash )
I close my eyes and picture, the emerald of the sea,
From the fishing boats at Dingle, to the shores at Dunadee.
I miss the river Shannon and folks at Skibbereen,
The moorlands and the meadows, 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 sweel 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 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 theie 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 sweel as shalimar and there's Forty Shades of Green.
