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.