I walk into a corner bar, it Lynch above the door I had just arrived in Miltown to there once more I see a Cavan man expatriot who now in old Oslo And he's holdin to an old friend's hand as his mate sings and slow
they're 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, push and from box and bow And reaches for his drum to punctuate the flow
And the tide flows Miltown, they come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this every year
I sit next to two known since I first came of age Each Tuesday night in Pigtown we'd play from page We raise our jars, it's fourth, so I guess they're Yankees still Though they've moved back to now, up Military Hill
And the tide flows Miltown, we come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, time every year
I stayed this time on Spanish Point with a Nashville guy I You can swim in water there, in the tide pools down below But there were too many toasts to raise, to tunes to play I only saw that coast while home in the dawning of the day
I've seen these in Donegal, New York and Tennessee Since a fleagh in seventy six a believer out of me James Kelly a point back then, said what's the point of sleepin, There'll be time for that when we get done with the company 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, bring the wife and next year