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.
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