City of Chicago (3:34)
from: The Coming Of The Years
In the city of Chicago
As the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming
Of the hills of Donegal
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
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
They died upon the plain
They spread throughout the nation
They rode the railroad cars
Brought their songs and 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
© Luka Bloom IMRO / MCPS, Ireland