I walk into a corner bar, it says Lynch the door I had just in Miltown to frolic there once more I see a man expatriot who now resides in old Oslo And he's holdin to an old friend's hand as his mate sings and slow
When they're done we reminisce on Shetland back in seven Where we met aboard a ferry bound for five days of folk Siobahn and start jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And Peter reaches for his to punctuate the flow
And the tide into Miltown, they come from far and near The tide flows Miltown, this time every 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, July fourth, so I guess they're Yankees still Though moved back to Cork now, up Military Hill
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come from far and The tide flows into Miltown, this every year
I stayed this time on Spanish Point a Nashville guy I know You can swim in quiet water there, in the pools down below But there were too many toasts to raise, to tunes to play I only saw that while walking home in the dawning of the day
I've seen these in Donegal, New York and Tennessee a fleagh in seventy six made a believer out of me James made a point back 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 Miltown, we come from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this time year And the tide flows Miltown, of smiles and tunes and tears The tide flows Miltown, bring the wife and kids next year