FORTY SHADES OF GREEN
-- Johnny Cash --
(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 Donagha (D)-dea;
I (G) miss the River Shannon,
And the (C) folks at Skibbereen,
The (G) moorlands and the meadows
With 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;
(G) Again I want to see and do
The (C) things we've done and seen,
With the (G) breeze as sweet as shalamar,
And there's (D) forty shades of (G) green.
I wish that I could spend an hour
At (C) Dublin's churning surf,
I'd (G) love to watch the farmers drain
The (A7) bogs and spade the (D) turf;
To (G) see again the thatches
Of the (C) straw the women glean;
I'd (G) walk from Cork to Laren to see
The (D) forty shades of (G) green.