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