I into a corner bar, it says Lynch above the door I had just arrived in Miltown to there once more 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 loud and
When they're done we reminisce on Shetland back in seven Where we met aboard a bound for five days of folk heaven Siobahn and John start jiggin, push and pulls box and bow And reaches for his drum to punctuate the flow
And the tide flows into Miltown, they from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, time every year
I sit next to two I've known since I came of age Each Tuesday night in we'd play from O'Niell's page We raise our jars, it's fourth, so I guess they're Yankees still Though moved back to Cork now, up Military Hill
And the tide flows into Miltown, we from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this time every
I stayed this time on Spanish Point a Nashville guy I know You can swim in quiet there, in the tide pools down 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 a fleagh in seventy six made a believer out of me James Kelly made a back then, said what's the point of sleepin, be time for that when we get done with the company we're keepin
And the tide into Miltown, we come from far and near The flows into Miltown, this time every year And the tide flows Miltown, of smiles and tunes and tears The tide flows into Miltown, the wife and kids next year