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
Ahh.... America
Last saw your face
in a water colour 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, ah ah
And these are
the hands
that built America
Ahh... America
Of all of the promises
is this one
we could keep?
Of all of the dreams
is this one still
out of reach?
Halle, Ole
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
These are the hands
that built America
Ahh... America
Ahh... America...