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 sky
From digging in our pockets for a reason
not to say goodbye

These are the hands that built America

Last saw your face in a watercolor sky

As sea birds argue, a long goodbye

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

And these are the hands that built America

Of all the promises, is this one we could
keep
Of all of the dreams, is this one still
out of reach

Halle, holy

It's early fall, there's a cloud on
the New York skyline
Innocence dragged across a yellow line

These are the hands that built America