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 was not greed
A voyage of survival across the stormy sea
To the city of Chicago as the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal
Some of them knew fortune 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
Of Donegal
In the city of Chicago as the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal
In the city of Chicago as the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal
Of Donegal