Bruce Springsteen - My City of Ruins lyrics

There is 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 of ruins

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

My city of ruins my city of 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!

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

My city's in ruins my city's in ruins

Now with these hands with these hands
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 the faith, Lord with these hands
With these hands we pray for your love, Lord
With these hands with these hands
We pray for the lost, Lord with these hands
With these hands
We pray for this world, Lord
With these hands with these hands
We pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands with these hands
We pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands alright
With these hands come on, 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! Come on, rise up!