Lyrics

Bethelem Steele
Greenebaum/Harvey

My Granda was a Truman man he'd say "Go get em Harry"
this country was his promise land, his God was the son of Mary
The family moved to Pensilvania the year my dad was born
He grew up an iron worker where the mighty furnace roared

Pourin' Bethelem Steele from the ore the earth would yield
it made the rails it made the wheels that turned the world around
his work was hard but it was honest it was real
and everyday his calloused hands would feel
Bethelem Steele

Joseph was a homeless man he had no gold or silver
his wife gave birth as he held her hand
to a son who would be a builder
a single star was shinin' down and the light from heaven poured
in that humble little town the bonds of faith were forged

Strong as Bethelem Steele from the Savior God would yield
bore the faith that drove the wheel that turned the world around
his work was hard because the world was his to heal
now everyday his love provides the shield
tough as Bethelem Steele