Oh my love
It's a long way we've come
From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons

From the stony fields, to hanging steel from the sky
From digging in our pockets, for a reason not to say goodbye


These are the hands that built America
Russian, Sioux, Dutch, Hindu
Polish, Irish, German, Italian


I last saw your face in a watercolour sky
As sea birds argued a long goodbye

I took your kiss on the spray of the new line star
You gotta live with your dreams
Don't make them so hard


And these are the hands that built America
These are the hands that built America

The Irish, the Blacks, the Chinese, the Jews
Korean, Hispanic, Muslim, Indian


Of all of the promises
Is this one we can keep?
Of all of the dreams

Is this one still out of reach?

Its early fall

There's a cloud on the New York skyline
Innocence dragged across a yellow line
These are the hands that built America

These are the hands that built America