[Chorus]
In the city if Chicago,
As the evening shadows fall,
There Are people dreaming,
Of the hills of Donegal.
[Verse 1]
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.
[Chorus]
In the city if Chicago,
As the evening shadows fall,
There Are people dreaming,
Of the hills of Donegal.
[Verse 2]
(Same cords as 1st verse)
Some of them knew fortune,
Some of them knew fame,
More of them knew hardship,
And died working on the plain.
They spread throughout the nation,
They rode the railroad cars,
Brought their songs and music,
To ease their lonely hearts.
[Chorus]
In the city if Chicago,
As the evening shadows fall,
There Are people dreaming,
Of the hills of Donegal.
[Outro]
