I into a corner bar, it says 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 hand as his mate sings loud and
they're done we reminisce on Shetland back in ninety seven Where we met aboard a ferry bound for 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, they come far and near The tide flows into Miltown, time every year
I sit next to two I've known since I first of age Each night in Pigtown we'd play from O'Niell's page We raise our jars, July fourth, so I guess they're Yankees still Though they've moved back to now, up Military Hill
And the tide flows Miltown, we come from far and near The tide into Miltown, this time every year
I this 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 tunes to I only saw that coast while walking home in the of the day
I've seen these 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 that when we get done with the we're keepin
And the tide into Miltown, we come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, time every year And the tide flows into Miltown, of and tunes and tears The tide flows into Miltown, bring the and kids next year