Forty Shades of Green
| Johnny Cash |
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| I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea from the fishin boats at Dingle to the shores at Dunehea I miss the River Shannon and the folks at Skibbereen the moorlands and meadows and their 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 I long again 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 I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin�s churning suft I long to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf to see again the thatching of the straw the women clean I�d walk from Cork to Larne to see those 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 I long again 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 page has been viewed 42076 times |
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