Mark Knopfler - Sailing to Philadelphia - Live at Massey Hall, Toronto lyrics
[Mark Knopfler - Sailing to Philadelphia - Live at Massey Hall, Toronto lyrics]
I'm Jeremiah Dixon i am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth
He calls me Charlie Mason a stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But, I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the West Country
Would join the Royal Society
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia to draw the line
The Mason-Dixon Line
Well, you're a good surveyor, Dixon
But, I swear you'll make me mad
The West gonna kill us both
And you're a gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty how can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forests of the Iroquois
Now hold your head up, Mason
See, America lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning has begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia to draw the line
The Mason-Dixon Line the Mason-Dixon Line
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth
He calls me Charlie Mason a stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But, I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the West Country
Would join the Royal Society
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia to draw the line
The Mason-Dixon Line
Well, you're a good surveyor, Dixon
But, I swear you'll make me mad
The West gonna kill us both
And you're a gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty how can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forests of the Iroquois
Now hold your head up, Mason
See, America lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning has begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia to draw the line
The Mason-Dixon Line the Mason-Dixon Line