City of Chicago |
Chorus:In the city of ChicagoAs the evening shadows fall There are people dreaming Of the hills of Donegal. I Eighteen forty-sevenWas 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 sea.
ChorusII Some of them knew fortuneSome 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 and music To ease their lonely hearts.
Chorus(Barry Moore)
1847 war das schlimmste Jahr für Irland, durch unglückliche Umstände wurde ein Großteil der Ernte vernichtet, viele verhungerten. |
Christy Moore |
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