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

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