Текст песни Mark Knopfler - Sailing to Philadelphia
Mark Knopfler - Sailing to Philadelphia слова песни
I am jeremiah dixonI am a geordie boyA glass of wine with you, sirAnd the ladies Ill enjoyAll durham and northumberlandIs measured up by my own handIt was my fate from birthTo make my mark upon the earth...He calls me charlie masonA stargazer am iIt seems that I was bornTo chart the evening skyTheyd cut me out for baking breadBut I had other dreams insteadThis bakers boy from the west countryWould join the royal society...We are sailing to philadelphiaA world away from the coaly tyneSailing to philadelphiaTo draw the lineA mason-dixon lineNow youre a good surveyor, dixonBut I swear youll make me madThe west will kill us bothYou gullible geordie ladYou talk of libertyHow can america be freeA geordie and a bakers boyIn the forests of the iroquois...Now hold your head up, masonSee america lies thereThe morning tide has raisedThe capes of delawareCome up and feel the sunA new morning has begunAnother day will make it clearWhy your stars should guide us here...We are sailing to philadelphiaA world away from the coaly tyneSailing to philadelphiaTo draw the lineA mason-dixon line