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