Irish Medley: Forty Shades Of Green/Galway Bay/On The Banks Of My Own Lovely Lee/The Fields Of...

I close my eyes and picture The emerald of the sea From the fishing boats at Dingle To the shores of Donaghadee I miss the river Shannon And the folks at Skibbereen The moorlands and the meadows And there's forty shades of green But most of all I miss a boy In Tipperary town And most of all I miss his 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 Shalimar And there's forty shades of green If you ever go across the sea to Ireland It maybe at the closing of the day Just to sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream The women in the meadows making hay Just to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright Ere I dreamed that my joys should decay. When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow Down the Mardyke through each elm tree Where I sported and play'd 'neath the green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee. Where I sported and play'd 'neath the green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee. By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling Micheal they are taking you away 'Cause you stole Trevelyn's corn So the young might see the morn. Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay. Low lie the Fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly. Our love was on the wing, with dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry. Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight Where the people are workin' by day and by night They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street At least when I asked them that's what I was told So I just took a hand in this diggin' for gold But for all these places I might as well be For the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea. When Irish eyes are smiling, Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter You can hear the angels sing. When Irish hearts are happy, All the world seems bright and gay. And when Irish eyes are smiling, Sure, they steal your heart away. I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer, And there's no doubt there's truth in what they say, 'Cause sure a body's bound to be a dreamer, When all the things he loves are far away. But dreams don't last Though dreams are not forgotten And soon I'm back to stern reality. Although they pave the footpaths here with gold dust, I still would choose the Isle of Inisfree. Raised on songs & stories, heroes of renown The passing tales & glories that once was Dublin town The hallowed halls & houses, the haunting childrens' rhymes That once was heart of Dublin in the rare ould times Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines I remember Dublin city in the rare ould times Far across yonder blue lies a true fairy land With the sea rippling over the shingle and sand Where the gay honeysuckle is luring the bee And the green glens of Antrim are calling to me And the pale moon was rising above the green mountain, The sun was declining beneath the blue sea; As I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain, That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee. She was lovely and fair like the rose of the summer, Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me; Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning, That made me love Mary, the rose of Tralee. But again I want 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. Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green.