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 build America. Ahhhh America. 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, ohh ohh. And these are the hands, that built America. Ahhhh 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 sky line. Innocence, dragged across a yellow line. These are the hands that built America. These are the hands that built America. Ahhhh America. Ahhhh America.