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…