C F
I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
C D7 G7
From the fishing boats at Dingle to the shores of Donaghadee
C F
I miss the river Shannon and the folks at Skibbereen
C F G7 C
The moorlands and the meadows With their forty shades of green
F G7 C G7 C
But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary Town
F G7 C G7
And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown
C F
Again I want to see and do the things we've done and seen
C F G7 C
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar and there's forty shades of green
F
I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churning surf
C D7 G7
I'd love to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf
C F
To see again the thatching of the straw the women glean
C F G7 C
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see the forty shades of green
F G7 C G7 C
But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary Town
F G7 C G7
And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown
C F
Again I want to see and do the things we've done and seen
C F G7 C
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar and there's forty shades of green
