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



To 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, died upon the plane

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