I walk a corner bar, it says Lynch above the door I had just in Miltown to frolic there once more I see a Cavan man expatriot who now in old Oslo And he's to an old friend's hand 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 of folk heaven Siobahn and John start jiggin, and pulls from box and bow And Peter reaches for his drum to punctuate the
And the tide flows into Miltown, they come from far and The tide flows into Miltown, time every year
I sit to two I've known since I first came of age Each Tuesday night in Pigtown we'd play from page We our jars, it's July fourth, so I guess they're Yankees still Though they've moved back to Cork now, up Hill
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this time every
I stayed this time on Spanish with a Nashville guy I know You can swim in quiet water there, in the tide down below But there were too many to raise, to many tunes to play I only saw that coast while home in the dawning of the day
seen these folks in Donegal, New York and Tennessee Since a fleagh in 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 we're
And the tide into Miltown, we come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this every year And the flows into Miltown, of smiles and tunes and tears The tide flows into Miltown, bring the wife and kids year