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