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 weÂ've done and seen   Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar    And thereÂ's forty shades of green      I wish that I could spend an hour    At DublinÂ'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   IÂ'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 weÂ've done and seen   Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar    And thereÂ's forty shades of green...