Текст песни Mark Knofler - Sailing To Philadelphia
Mark Knofler - Sailing To Philadelphia слова песни
I am 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 take 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
Now you`re a good surveyor, Dixon
But I swear you`ll make me mad
The West will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How America can be free
A Geordie and a baker`s boy
In forest of 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 is 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...