I into a corner bar, it says Lynch above the door I had just arrived in Miltown to there once more I see a Cavan man who now resides 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 back in ninety seven Where we met a ferry bound for five days of folk heaven Siobahn and John start jiggin, and pulls from box and bow And Peter reaches for his 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 night in Pigtown we'd play O'Niell's page We raise our jars, it's July fourth, so I guess they're Yankees Though they've moved back to Cork now, up Military
And the tide into Miltown, we come from far and near The tide flows Miltown, this time every year
I stayed this on Spanish Point with a Nashville guy I know You can swim in quiet there, in the tide pools down below But there 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 fleagh in seventy six made a out of me James Kelly made a point back then, said the point of sleepin, There'll be time for that when we get done with the we're keepin
And the tide flows Miltown, we come from far and near The flows into Miltown, this time every year And the tide into Miltown, of smiles and tunes and tears The tide flows into Miltown, bring the wife and next year