[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 was not 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]
Well some of them knew fortune,
Some of thеm knew fame,
More of thеm knew hardship,
And died upon the plain.

They spread throughout the nation,
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 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 was not greed,
Of all each was 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.

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

[Outro]
There are people dreaming,
Of the hills of Donegal.