The City Of Chicago

In the City of Chicago

As the evening shadows fall

There are people dreaming

Of the hills of Donegal

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

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

And died upon the plain

They spread throughout the nation

They rode the railroad cars

Brought their songs ant 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