Lyrics:

I close my eyes and picture - the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle, to the shores of Dunardee.

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 girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips - they're soft as eiderdown.

Again I want 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'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 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 sweet as Shalimar
And there's Forty Shades of Green.

Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar
And there's Forty Shades of Green...