I walk into a corner bar, it says Lynch the door I had arrived in Miltown to frolic there once more I see a Cavan man expatriot who now in old Oslo And he's holdin to an old friend's as his mate sings loud and slow
When they're done we on Shetland back in ninety seven Where we met aboard a bound for five days of folk heaven Siobahn and John jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And Peter for his drum to punctuate the flow
And the tide into Miltown, they come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this time every
I sit next to two I've since I first came of age Each Tuesday night in Pigtown play from O'Niell's page We raise our jars, it's July fourth, so I guess they're still they've moved back to Cork now, up Military Hill
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come far and near The tide flows Miltown, this time every year
I stayed this time on Spanish with a Nashville guy I know You can swim in quiet water there, in the pools down below But there were too toasts to raise, to many tunes to play I only saw that while walking home in the dawning of the day
I've seen these folks in Donegal, New and Tennessee Since a fleagh in six made a believer out of me James made a point back then, said what's the point of sleepin, There'll be time for that when we get done with the company keepin
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this time year And the tide into Miltown, of smiles and tunes and tears The tide flows Miltown, bring the wife and kids next year