I walk 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 resides in old And he's to an old friend's hand as his mate sings loud and slow
they're done we reminisce on Shetland back in ninety seven Where we met aboard a bound for five days of folk heaven Siobahn and start jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And Peter reaches for his to punctuate the flow
And the tide flows into Miltown, they come far and near The tide into Miltown, this time every year
I sit next to two I've known since I came of age Each Tuesday night in we'd play from O'Niell's page We raise our jars, it's July fourth, so I guess they're still they've moved back to Cork now, up Military Hill
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come from far and The flows into Miltown, this time every year
I stayed this on Spanish Point with a Nashville guy I know 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 coast while walking home in the dawning of the day
I've seen these folks in Donegal, New York and Since a fleagh in seventy six a believer out of me James Kelly made a point then, said what's the point of sleepin, There'll be time for that when we get done the company we're keepin
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this time year And the tide flows into Miltown, of smiles and tunes and The tide flows into Miltown, bring the and kids next year