I into a corner bar, it says Lynch above 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 mate sings loud and
When they're we reminisce on Shetland back in ninety seven Where we met a ferry bound for five days of folk heaven Siobahn and John jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And Peter for his drum to punctuate the flow
And the tide flows into Miltown, 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 in Pigtown we'd play from O'Niell's page We our jars, it's July fourth, so I guess they're Yankees still Though they've moved back to now, up Military Hill
And the tide into Miltown, we come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this every year
I stayed this time on Spanish Point a Nashville guy I know You can swim in water there, in the tide pools down below But were too many toasts to raise, to many tunes to play I only saw that while walking home in the dawning of the day
I've seen these in Donegal, New York and Tennessee Since a fleagh in seventy six made a out of me James Kelly made a point back then, what's the point of sleepin, There'll be time for that when we get done the company we're keepin
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come far and near The tide flows 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 kids next