Green, green, forty shades of green
I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dangle to the shores of Dunedin
I miss the river Shannon and the boats at Skibberee
The moorlands and the meadows with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary
Tipperary, Tipperary, Tipperary, Tipperary
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 breezes sweetest shall mar
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 bulbs and spade the turf
To see the birds and the birds and the birds and the birds and the birds
To see again the thatching of the straw, the women gleam
I'd walk from court to lawn 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
As soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do the things we've done and seen
Where the breezes sweetest shall mar
And there's forty shades of green
Green, green
Forty shades of green