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Forty Shades Of Green - Ian Sutherland
I close my eyes and picture
The emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle
To the shores of donaghadss
I miss the river shannon
And the folks at skibbereen
The moorlands and the meadows
With their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a boy in tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to do and see 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'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 boy in tipperary town
And most of all I miss his lips
As soft as eiderdown
Again I want to do and see 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