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 sky

From digging in our pockets for a reason not to say goodbye

These are the hands that built America

America

Last saw your face in a watercolor sky

As sea birds argue' a long goodbye

I took your kiss on the spray of the new land star

You gotta live with your dreams' don't make them so hard

And these are the hands that built America

America

Of all the promises

Is this one we could keep

Of all of the dreams

Is this one still out of reach

Halle' holy

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

America