[G]I close my eyes and picture the[C] emerald of the sea
From the[G] fishing boats at Dingle
To the[A7] shores
of Dona'[D]dee
I[G] miss the River Shannon and [C]folks at Skibereen
The[G] Moorlands and the Meadows
And their[D]
forty shades of[G] green
But[C] most of all I miss a girl in[G] Tipperary town
And[C] most of all I miss her[G] lips
As [A7]soft as eider[D]down
A[G]gain I want to see and do
The [C]things I've done and seen
Where the[G] breeze
is sweet as shalimar
And there's[D] forty shades of [G]green
I wish that I could spend an hour
At Dublin's churning surf
I'd love to watch the farmers
Drain the bog and
spade the turf
