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 expatriot who now in old Oslo And he's holdin to an old friend's hand as his mate sings loud and
When they're done we reminisce on Shetland in ninety seven Where we met a ferry bound for five days of folk heaven and John start jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And Peter for his drum to punctuate the flow
And the tide flows into Miltown, they from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, time 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 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 flows into Miltown, we come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this every year
I stayed time on Spanish Point with a Nashville guy I know You can swim in quiet 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 home in the dawning of the day
seen these folks in Donegal, New York and Tennessee Since a in seventy six made a believer out of me James Kelly made a point back then, what's the point of sleepin, There'll be time for when we get done with the company we're keepin
And the tide into Miltown, we come from far and near The tide flows Miltown, this time every year And the flows into Miltown, of smiles and tunes and tears The tide flows Miltown, bring the wife and kids next year