My great great grandmother came here in 1839. She was 18.As she was getting off the ship in New York harbour, she met a young Irish American cop. They were married three days later. They were married for 55 years and had five sons. One was my great grandfather.
I've yet to step onto Irish soil, but will someday. I owe it to my ancestors who fled famine and conflict. This song is about far more than merely Chicago. Thanks, Christy for this.
ALL our ancestors had it tough; My Irish great g/parents ended up on Wearside, worked down pit, begat my mother, who met mi dad, who begat 11 of us in the county of Yorkshire. All alive and well today. We've all got history, but it seems some try to hide it, for "OBVIOUS" reasons in some cases. It dos'nt go away.
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 not for greed, A voyage of survival, Across the stormy sea. In the City of Chicago, As the evening shadows fall, There are people dreaming, Of the hills of Donegal. Some of them knew fortune, And some them knew fame, Most of them 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. In the City of Chicago, As the evening shadows fall, There are people dreaming, Of the hills of Donegal.
Great song written by Christy Moores brother Barry Moore… Met him in the Downtown pub in letterkenny many years ago. He was so humble…. Great song and very true. Not only in Chicago are people dreaming of hills of Donegal but all over the world.
For reasons that are lost in time and brain cells that are lost to beer I bought the album Smoke and Strong Whisky in Wellington, New Zealand when it was released. I still treasure the songs today and love Christy's songs with all my heart.
My childhood floods my mind. Mom & Dad and everyone else in my nanny's house witnessing these words. I'll always love that Dublin and it's firmly grounded people
Awwww......too short. I always have mixed emotions listening to you. I first heard of you when I was living in Ireland and to this day I love your voice and music. Thank you for the wonderful memories and for your fantastic music. Take care of yourself and your family please, Mate
" In the city of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall, there are people dreaming, of a team called Senegal ". These boys have long memories, some a bit nastier than others. The lads play football, nowt else. May the best team win, that's it.
My great great grandmother came here in 1839. She was 18.As she was getting off the ship in New York harbour, she met a young Irish American cop. They were married three days later. They were married for 55 years and had five sons. One was my great grandfather.
1 million from Connaught alone ! 3/4 million lost . Never forget our Holocaust 🇮🇪🇮🇪
Stirs my Irish blood. I'm not truly Irish by any means, but my ancestors came to Chicago to flee from the famine.
I've yet to step onto Irish soil, but will someday. I owe it to my ancestors who fled famine and conflict. This song is about far more than merely Chicago. Thanks, Christy for this.
ALL our ancestors had it tough; My Irish great g/parents ended up on Wearside, worked down pit, begat my mother, who met mi dad, who begat 11 of us in the county of Yorkshire. All alive and well today. We've all got history, but it seems some try to hide it, for "OBVIOUS" reasons in some cases. It dos'nt go away.
I was there last week and it truly changed me. The beauty of Ireland is like no other!
You ain't irish
@wanderlust1travels why do you say someone, obviously implying me, is bitter?
Are you bitter like a lemon 🍋
The greatest balladeer EVER. And will always ever be.
A great anthem to those that left the land for a better life across the ocean,their toil and sacrifice gave their descendants the American Dream
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 not for greed,
A voyage of survival,
Across the stormy sea.
In the City of Chicago,
As the evening shadows fall,
There are people dreaming,
Of the hills of Donegal.
Some of them knew fortune,
And some them knew fame,
Most of them 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.
In the City of Chicago,
As the evening shadows fall,
There are people dreaming,
Of the hills of Donegal.
Great song written by Christy Moores brother Barry Moore…
Met him in the Downtown pub in letterkenny many years ago.
He was so humble….
Great song and very true.
Not only in Chicago are people dreaming of hills of Donegal but all over the world.
I might just be some german boy with a little scottish roots but this song makes me feel like i was wishing me back to lands i've never seen before.
The man is a poet, always has been
I agree, those lyrics just resonate with me and I don't even know why. I have never been to Chicago or Donegal
It was written by Luka Bloom, who is Christy’s brother. (Barry Moore)
Heard this song for the very first time at Duke of York, Belfast. It stole my heart forver
I asked him to play this song at his concert and he did. Wonderful
Unbelievable! Love it! We Irish Americans do too.
Brilliant song. Brought me to tears with homesickness, except for Newfoundland - while living away - thanks so much for posting!
For reasons that are lost in time and brain cells that are lost to beer I bought the album Smoke and Strong Whisky in Wellington, New Zealand when it was released.
I still treasure the songs today and love Christy's songs with all my heart.
Declan gettin angry and going wild here on guitar at the end. Cut loose bro! Brilliant stuff lads. ty
Ride on Christy, ride on!
I love this song. It's the first song I ever heard Christy sing. Been a fan ever since.
This song was playing in my head at work, today. I sang it to an old veteran who told me he liked Irish music. Class song Christy💜💜💪🏼
Lovely guitar acoustics 🙂
Pure class!!! Was there at Cambridge corn exchange a few years ago….an amazing night!! Thanks Christie, Irish legend!!
Go on Christy .Greetings from Glasgow.🏴
Oh and yerself Declan 💚🙏🏼🏴
Very nice.
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I remember around 10 years ago, my parents would listen to this song and ride on, on repeat, i myself love these songs
Yup ya boyya 🇮🇪💪🏻
Great
best city in the world😎
My childhood floods my mind. Mom & Dad and everyone else in my nanny's house witnessing these words. I'll always love that Dublin and it's firmly grounded people
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Awwww......too short. I always have mixed emotions listening to you. I first heard of you when I was living in Ireland and to this day I love your voice and music. Thank you for the wonderful memories and for your fantastic music. Take care of yourself and your family please, Mate
this is just amazing 😄😄
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Enjoyed your music for awhile now. Always on in car and tuning into internet radio station ICMR
His Brothers song 🙏
I’m just learning this today…what an amazingly talented family!
An inspiration! Ride on Christy!
Hey Christy
When ya coming to NZ 🙏🏼🤙🏽☘️
Brilliant 👏👏👏👏🇮🇪
" In the city of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall, there are people dreaming, of a team called Senegal ". These boys have long memories, some a bit nastier than others. The lads play football, nowt else. May the best team win, that's it.
Challenge #bobdylan to sing this tonight in #chicago ❤
Hi school
Brilliant Christie and Declan👏👏👏
Hi
Christie, can i ask, why do you put tape over the takamine logo?
Nike some of them you hatcher died upon
💚 Mac Sween.
A whole country nearly disappeared because of opportunistic evil actions of a colonial power.
Brilliant song written by Barry moore