[Chorus]
To 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 sea.

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

[Verse]
September fourteen, 1847, 6 AM,
The coffin ships sailed out of Cork Harbour,
A hungry island and empty state,
A people running for their lives,
Before it was too late.

There dreams in the water,
Their hopes in full flow,
Twelve week rough sail,
All bound for the city of Chicago

[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,
Some of thеm knew fame,
More of thеm knew hardship,
And then died upon the plain.

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

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