Oh

my

love

It's

a

long

way

we've

come

From

the

fre-

ckled

hills

to

the

steel

and

glass

cany-

ons

From

the

sto-

ny

fields,

to

hanging

steel

from

the

sky

From

dig-

ging

in

our

po-

ckets,

for

a

reason

not

to

say

good-

bye

These

are

the

hands

that

built

A-

me-

ri-

ca

Aaa-

aa-

aaa-

aa,

A-

me-

ri-

ca

I

last

saw

your

face

in

a

wa-

ter-

col-

our

sky.

As

sea

birds

arg-

ued

a

long

good-

bye

I

took

your

kiss

on

the

spray

of

the

new

line

star

You

got-

ta

live

with

your

dreams

Don't

make

them

so

hard,

aa-

aa-

ha

And

these

are

the

hands

that

built

A-

me-

ri-

ca

Aaa-

aa-

aaa-

aa,

A-

me-

ri-

ca

Of

all

of

the

pro-

mises

Is

this

one

we

can

keep?

Of

all

of

the

dreams

Is

this

one

still

out

of

reach?

haa-

le,

ooo-

le

Its

ear-

ly

fall

There's

a

cloud

on

the

New

York

sky-

line

In-

no-

cence

dragged

ac-

ross

a

yel-

low

line

These

are

the

hands

that

built

A-

me-

ri-

ca

These

are

the

hands

that

built

A-

me-

ri-

ca

Aaa-

aa-

aaa-

aa-

aaa,

A-

me-

ri-

ca

Aaa-

aa-

aaa-

aa-

aaa,

A-

me-

ri-

ca