I walk into a corner bar, it says Lynch the door I had just arrived in to frolic there once more I see a Cavan man who now resides in old Oslo And he's holdin to an old friend's hand as his sings loud and slow
When they're done we reminisce on Shetland back in seven Where we met aboard a ferry bound for five of folk heaven Siobahn and John start jiggin, push and pulls box and bow And Peter reaches for his drum to punctuate the
And the flows into Miltown, they come from far and near The tide into Miltown, this time every year
I sit next to two I've known I first came of age Each night in Pigtown we'd play from O'Niell's page We raise our jars, it's July fourth, so I they're Yankees still Though they've moved back to Cork now, up Military
And the tide into Miltown, we come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this every year
I this time on Spanish Point with a Nashville guy I know You can in quiet water there, in the tide pools down below But were too many toasts to raise, to many tunes to play I saw that coast while walking home in the dawning 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 a point back then, said what's the point of sleepin, be time for that when we get done with the company we're keepin
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this time year And the tide flows into Miltown, of smiles and and tears The tide flows into Miltown, bring the wife and kids year