I walk into a bar, it says Lynch above the door I had just arrived in 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 they're we reminisce on Shetland back in ninety seven Where we met aboard a ferry bound for five days of folk and John start jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And reaches for his drum to punctuate the flow
And the tide into Miltown, they come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this every year
I sit next to two I've known since I came of age Each Tuesday night in Pigtown we'd play O'Niell's 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, time every year
I this time on Spanish Point with a Nashville guy I know You can swim in quiet water there, in the pools down below But there were too toasts to raise, to many tunes to play I only saw that coast while walking home in the of the day
I've seen these in Donegal, New York and Tennessee Since a fleagh in six made a believer out of me James Kelly made a point back then, said the point of sleepin, There'll be time for that when we get with the company we're keepin
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come from far and The tide flows into Miltown, this time every And the tide flows Miltown, of smiles and tunes and tears The tide flows into Miltown, bring the wife and next year