The Hands That Built America (Theme from "Gangs of New York") Lyrics

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
America

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 then so hard

And these are the hands that build America
America

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

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

America