I walk into a corner bar, it says above the door I had just arrived in to frolic there once more I see a Cavan man expatriot who now resides in old And he's holdin to an old friend's as his mate sings loud and slow
When they're done we reminisce on back in ninety seven we met aboard a ferry bound for five days of folk heaven Siobahn and start jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And Peter reaches for his drum to punctuate the
And the tide flows into Miltown, come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this time year
I sit next to two I've since I first came of age Each night in Pigtown we'd play from O'Niell's page We raise our jars, it's July fourth, so I guess they're still Though they've back to Cork now, up Military Hill
And the tide into Miltown, we come from far and near The tide into 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 too many toasts to raise, to many tunes to play I only saw coast while walking home in the dawning of the day
I've seen folks in Donegal, New York and Tennessee a fleagh in seventy 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 flows into Miltown, we come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, time every year And the tide flows into Miltown, of and tunes and tears The tide flows into Miltown, bring the and kids next year