I into a corner bar, it says Lynch above the door I had just in Miltown to frolic there once more I see a man expatriot who now resides in old Oslo And he's holdin to an old friend's hand as his mate loud and slow
When they're done we on Shetland back in ninety seven Where we met aboard a ferry bound for five days of folk Siobahn and John jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And reaches for his drum to punctuate the flow
And the flows into Miltown, they come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this time every
I sit next to two I've known I first came of age Each Tuesday night in Pigtown play from O'Niell's page We raise our jars, 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 from far and The tide flows into Miltown, time every year
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 to raise, to many tunes to play I only saw that coast walking home in the dawning of the day
I've seen these folks in Donegal, New and Tennessee 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 we get done with the company we're keepin
And the flows 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 into Miltown, bring the wife and kids next year