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