I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle
To the shores of Dona'dee
I miss the River Shannon and folks at Skibereen
The Moorlands and the Meadows
And 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 I'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 bog 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 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 I've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar
And there's forty shades of green