Forty Shades Of Green — текст песни (Hank Locklin)

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
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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