Sailing To Philadelphia (Live) Songtext / Lyric

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 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 a 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

A 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 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

A Mason-Dixon line

A Mason-Dixon line