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 this land

They journeyed not for glory
Their motive wasn't greed
A voyage of survival

Across the stormy seas

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
They died upon the plains
They spread throughout the nation

They rode the railroad cars
Brought their songs and music
To ease their lonely hearts


To 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

Eighteen forty-seven

Was the year it all began
Deadly pains of hunger
Drove a million from this land