[Chorus]
In the city of Chicago,
As the evening shadows fall,
There are people dreaming,
Of the hills of Donegal.

[Verse]
1847 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 seas.

[Chorus]
To that city of Chicago,
As the evening shadows fall,
There are people dreaming,
Of the hills of Donegal.

[Verse]
Some of them knew fortune,
and some of thеm knew fame,
More of thеm knew hardship,
And died upon the plain.

They spread throughout the nations,
They rode the railroad cars,
Brought their songs and music,
To ease their lonely hearts.

[Chorus]
In the city of Chicago,
As the evening shadows fall,
There are people dreaming,
Of the hills of Donegal.