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