I walk into a corner bar, it says above the door I had arrived in Miltown to frolic there once more I see a Cavan man expatriot who now resides in old And holdin to an old friend's hand as his mate sings loud and slow
When they're done we reminisce on Shetland back in ninety Where we met aboard a ferry bound for five days of heaven Siobahn and John jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And reaches for his drum 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 I first came of age Each night in Pigtown we'd play from O'Niell's page We raise our jars, it's fourth, so I guess they're Yankees still they've 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 with a guy I know You can swim in quiet water there, in the tide pools down But there were too many toasts to raise, to many to play I only saw coast while walking home in the dawning of the day
I've seen these folks in Donegal, New and Tennessee Since a fleagh in seventy six made a out of me James made a point back then, said what's the point of sleepin, There'll be time for that when we get done with the company keepin
And the tide flows into Miltown, we from far and near The tide flows into Miltown, this every year And the tide flows into Miltown, of and tunes and tears The flows into Miltown, bring the wife and kids next year