Here you go... I'm sure we mentioned this before in a thread.......

written by Johnny Cash

FORTY SHADES OF GREEN (J. Cash)

I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle to the shores of Donaghadea
I miss the River Shannon, and the folks at Skibbereen.
The moorlands and the meadows with 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.
Again I want to see and do the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalamar
And there's forty shades of green.

I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churning surf
I'd love to watch the farmer drain the bog and spade the turf
To see again the thatching of the straw the women clean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see the forty shades of green

But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town ………..
Again I want to see and do the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalamar
And there's forty shades of green

alternatively you can sing....

(But most of all I miss a boy in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss his arms when evening comes around.)

slainte

alison