I walk into a corner bar, it Lynch above the door I had just in Miltown 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 of folk heaven Siobahn and start jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And Peter reaches for his drum to punctuate the
And the tide flows into Miltown, they come from far and The tide flows into Miltown, this every year
I sit to two I've known since I first came of age Each Tuesday night in Pigtown we'd from O'Niell's page We raise our jars, it's fourth, so I guess they're Yankees still they've moved back to Cork now, up Military Hill
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come from far and The tide flows Miltown, this time every year
I stayed this time on Spanish Point with a Nashville guy I 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 only saw that coast while walking in the dawning of the day
I've seen these folks in Donegal, New and Tennessee Since a in seventy six made a believer out of me James Kelly made a point then, said what's the point of sleepin, There'll be for that when we get done with the company we're keepin
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come from far and The flows into Miltown, this time every year And the flows into Miltown, of smiles and tunes and tears The tide flows into Miltown, bring the wife and next year