I walk into a corner bar, it Lynch above the door I had just arrived in Miltown to frolic there more I see a Cavan man expatriot who now in old Oslo And he's holdin to an old friend's hand as his sings loud and slow
When they're done we reminisce on Shetland back in ninety 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 reaches for his to punctuate the flow
And the tide into Miltown, they come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this time year
I sit next to two I've known since I came of age Each Tuesday night in Pigtown play from O'Niell's page We raise our jars, July fourth, so I guess they're Yankees still Though they've moved back to Cork now, up Hill
And the flows into Miltown, we come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this time every
I stayed this time on Point with a Nashville guy I know You can swim in quiet water there, in the tide down below But there were too many toasts to raise, to many to play I only saw that coast while walking in the dawning of the day
I've seen these in Donegal, New York and Tennessee Since a fleagh in seventy six made a out of me James Kelly made a point then, said what's the point of sleepin, There'll be time for when we get done with the company we're keepin
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come far and near The tide flows Miltown, this time every year And the tide flows into Miltown, of smiles and and tears The tide flows into Miltown, bring the wife and kids next