I walk into a corner bar, it Lynch above 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 done we reminisce on Shetland back in ninety seven Where we met aboard a ferry bound for five days of folk Siobahn and start jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And reaches for his drum to punctuate the flow
And the tide flows into Miltown, they come from far and The tide flows into Miltown, this every year
I sit to two I've known since I first came of age Each Tuesday night in Pigtown we'd play from O'Niell's We raise our jars, it's July fourth, so I guess Yankees still Though they've moved back to Cork now, up 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 a Nashville guy I know You can swim in quiet water there, in the tide pools down But there were too many toasts to raise, to many tunes to I only saw that coast while home in the dawning of the day
I've seen folks in Donegal, New York and Tennessee Since a fleagh in seventy six a believer out of me James Kelly made a point then, said what's the point of sleepin, There'll be time for that when we get done with the company we're
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 Miltown, bring the wife and kids next year