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 weВґve done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar 
And thereВґs forty shades of green
I wish that I could spend an hour 
At DublinВґs 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
IВґd 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 weВґve done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar 
And thereВґs forty shades of green...