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 midlands and the moorlands with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss the girl in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her arms and hair so long and brown
Again I wanna 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 churching 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 the 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
One of my most favored IRISH SONGS.....one of the very best ever written......sing this all of the time for the residents where my mom lives in nursing home....Do shows every Sunday all volunteer. Just love this music...thanks for posting. I have a great many of his records....
Ken
Orlando, Florida, USA
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 midlands and the moorlands with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss the girl in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her arms and hair so long and brown
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
[ piano ]
I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churching 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 the 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
THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE ONE SONG THAT BRINGS BACK SAD, FORLORN, AND LOVELY MEMORIES OF ALL WHO HAVE VISITED IRELAND.
ACFLEMING, WASH DC, USA, AUG 12, 2013.