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 skies
From digging in our pockets
For a reason not to say goodbye

These are the hands that built America
Ah, ah, ah, America

Last saw your face
In a water colored sky
As sea birds argue a long goodbye

I took your kiss
On the spray of a new lined star
You gotta live in your dreams
Don't make them so hard

And these are the hands that built America
Ah, ah, ah, 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 in the New York skyline
Innocence dragged across a yellow line

These are the hands that built America
These are the hands that built America
Ah, ah, ah, America
Ah, ah, ah, America

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ADAM CLAYTON, DAVE EVANS, LARRY MULLEN, PAUL HEWSON