There's a blood red circle on the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church door's thrown open
I can hear the organ's song, but the congregation's gone

My city of ruins
My city is in ruins

Now the sweet bells of mercy drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner, like scattered leaves
The boarded up windows and the empty streets
And my brother's down on his knees

My city of ruins
My city is in ruins

Come on, rise up, come on, rise up
Come on, rise up, come on, rise up
Come on, rise up, come on, rise up
Come on, rise up

Now there's tears on the pillow, darling, where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss, my soul, it's lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again?

My city of ruins
My city's in ruins

Now with these hands
With these hands
I pray, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
I pray for your love, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
I pray for the lost, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
I pray for your chains, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
I pray for the faith, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
I pray for your love, Lord
With these hands (come on)
With these hands (come on)

Come on, rise up, come on, rise up
Come on, rise up, come on, rise up
Come on, rise up, come on, rise up
Come on, rise up, come on, rise up
Come on, rise up

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen