The Singing Scoutmaster: Forty Shades Of Green

Where the Cbreeze is sweet as GShalimar

And there's D7forty shades of Ggreen

I Gclose my eyes and picture, the Cemerald of the sea

From the Cfishing boats at GDingle,

To the A7shores of Duna' D7dee

I Gmiss the river Shannon, and the Cfolks at Skibbereen

The Cmoorlands and the Gmeadows,

With their D7forty shades of Ggreen

But Cmost of all I D7miss a girl, in GTipperary Town

And Cmost of all I D7miss her lips, as Gsoft as eider-D7down

A-Ggain I want to see and do, the Cthings we've done and seen

Where the Cbreeze is sweet as GShalimar

And there's D7forty shades of Ggreen

Where the Cbreeze is sweet as GShalimar

And there's D7forty shades of Ggreen

I Gwish that I could spend an hour, at CDublin's churning surf

I'd love to watch the Gfarmers, drain the A7bogs and spade the D7turf

To Gsee again the thatching, of the Cstraw the women glean

I'd Cwalk from Cork to GLarne, to see the D7forty shades of Ggreen

But Cmost of all I D7miss a girl in GTipperary Town

And Cmost of all I D7miss her lips, as Gsoft as eider-D7down

GAgain I want to see and do, the Cthings we've done and seen

Where the Cbreeze is sweet as GShalimar

And there's D7forty shades of Ggreen

Where the Cbreeze is sweet as GShalimar

And there's D7forty shades of G* green