In the city of Chicago as the evening shadows fall,
there are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal.
Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all began
deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land.
They journeyed not for glory, their motive wasn't greed,
a voyage of survival across the stormy sea.
In the city of Chicago as the evening shadows fall,
there are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal.
Some of them knew fortune, and some of them knew fame,
more of them knew hardship and died upon the plain.
They spread throughout the nation, they rode the railroad cars,
brought their songs and music to ease their lonely hearts.
In the city of Chicago as the evening shadows fall,
there are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal.
