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 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 done we reminisce on Shetland back in ninety Where we met a ferry bound for five days of folk heaven Siobahn and start jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And reaches for his drum to punctuate the flow
And the tide flows into Miltown, they come from far and The tide flows into Miltown, this time year
I sit next to two I've known since I first of age Each Tuesday in Pigtown we'd play from O'Niell's page We raise our jars, it's July fourth, so I guess they're 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 time every
I stayed time on Spanish Point with a Nashville guy I know You can swim in quiet water there, in the tide down below But there were too many toasts to raise, to many to play I only saw that coast while walking in the dawning of the day
seen these folks in Donegal, New York and Tennessee Since a fleagh in seventy six a believer out of me James Kelly made a point back then, said what's the of sleepin, There'll be time for that when we get done with the we're keepin
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come from far and The tide flows into Miltown, this time every And the flows into Miltown, of smiles and tunes and tears The tide flows into Miltown, bring the wife and next year