Paroles de Forty Shades Of Green

The emerald of the sea From the fishing boats at Dingle To the shores of Dundee I miss he river Shannon and the folks at Skipperdee The moorlands and the meadows With their forty shades of green. But most of all I miss a girl in Tipererie town And most of all I miss her lips, So soft as eider-down. Again I want to see and do The thigns we've done and seen Where the breeze is sweet as Chalamar 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 farmer Drain the bog and split the turf. To see again the thatching Of the straw the woman glean I'd walk from Corke to Larn to see The forty shades of green. But most of all I miss a girl in Tipererie town And most of all I miss her lips, So soft as eider-down. Again I want to see and do The thigns we've done and seen Where the breeze is sweet as Chalamar And there's forty shades of green. Where the breeze is sweet as Chalamar And there's forty shades of green