I walk into a corner bar, it 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 hand as his sings loud and slow
When they're 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 Peter reaches for his drum to punctuate the
And the tide flows into Miltown, they from far and near The flows 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 they've moved back to Cork now, up Military Hill
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this every year
I stayed this time on Spanish with a Nashville guy I know 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 walking home in the dawning of the day
seen these folks in Donegal, New York and Tennessee Since a fleagh in seventy six made a out of me James Kelly made a point then, said 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 into Miltown, this time year And the tide flows into Miltown, of smiles and and tears The tide into Miltown, bring the wife and kids next year