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 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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:19.18]I am Jeremiah Dixon
[00:22.07]I am a Geordie boy
[00:24.83]A glass of wine with you, sir
[00:26.71]And the ladies I'll enjoy
[00:30.46]All Durham and Northumberland
[00:34.70]Is measured up by my own hand
[00:39.69]It was my fate from birth
[00:43.52]To make my mark upon the earth
[00:50.16]He calls me Charlie Mason
[00:52.62]A stargazer am I
[00:55.38]It seems that I was born
[00:57.10]To chart the evening sky
[01:00.73]They'd cut me out for baking bread
[01:05.15]But I had other dreams instead
[01:09.07]This baker's boy from the west country
[01:13.46]Would join the Royal Society
[01:19.72]We are sailing to Philadelphia
[01:25.41]A world away from the coaly Tyne
[01:30.05]Sailing to Philadelphia
[01:35.64]To draw the line
[01:39.68]A Mason-Dixon Line
[02:05.82]Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
[02:08.29]But I swear you'll make me mad
[02:11.73]The West will kill us both
[02:13.40]You gullible Geordie lad
[02:17.75]You talk of liberty
[02:21.51]How can America be free
[02:25.66]A Geordie and a baker's boy
[02:29.77]In the forests of the Iroquois
[02:36.54]Now hold your head up, Mason
[02:38.58]See America lies there
[02:42.19]The morning tide has raised
[02:44.00]The capes of Delaware
[02:48.01]Come up and feel the sun
[02:51.92]A new morning has begun
[02:56.03]Another day will make it clear
[03:00.62]Why your stars should guide us here
[03:06.34]We are sailing to Philadelphia
[03:12.39]A world away from the coaly Tyne
[03:16.61]Sailing to Philadelphia
[03:22.38]To draw the line
[03:26.35]A Mason-Dixon Line
[03:31.12]A Mason-Dixon Line
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 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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:19.18]I am Jeremiah Dixon
[00:22.07]I am a Geordie boy
[00:24.83]A glass of wine with you, sir
[00:26.71]And the ladies I'll enjoy
[00:30.46]All Durham and Northumberland
[00:34.70]Is measured up by my own hand
[00:39.69]It was my fate from birth
[00:43.52]To make my mark upon the earth
[00:50.16]He calls me Charlie Mason
[00:52.62]A stargazer am I
[00:55.38]It seems that I was born
[00:57.10]To chart the evening sky
[01:00.73]They'd cut me out for baking bread
[01:05.15]But I had other dreams instead
[01:09.07]This baker's boy from the west country
[01:13.46]Would join the Royal Society
[01:19.72]We are sailing to Philadelphia
[01:25.41]A world away from the coaly Tyne
[01:30.05]Sailing to Philadelphia
[01:35.64]To draw the line
[01:39.68]A Mason-Dixon Line
[02:05.82]Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
[02:08.29]But I swear you'll make me mad
[02:11.73]The West will kill us both
[02:13.40]You gullible Geordie lad
[02:17.75]You talk of liberty
[02:21.51]How can America be free
[02:25.66]A Geordie and a baker's boy
[02:29.77]In the forests of the Iroquois
[02:36.54]Now hold your head up, Mason
[02:38.58]See America lies there
[02:42.19]The morning tide has raised
[02:44.00]The capes of Delaware
[02:48.01]Come up and feel the sun
[02:51.92]A new morning has begun
[02:56.03]Another day will make it clear
[03:00.62]Why your stars should guide us here
[03:06.34]We are sailing to Philadelphia
[03:12.39]A world away from the coaly Tyne
[03:16.61]Sailing to Philadelphia
[03:22.38]To draw the line
[03:26.35]A Mason-Dixon Line
[03:31.12]A Mason-Dixon Line
We are leaving, leaving on the tide
Come and stand beside me love
The water is so wide
You can hear the sailors calling
At the dawning of the day
Yest...
When I leave this world behind me
to another I will go
And if there are no pipes in heaven
I'll be going down below
If friends in time be severed
some...
I'm different I don't care who knows it
Something about me's just not the same
I'm different that's how it goes
I'm not going to play your god damn ga...
This empty kitchen's where
I'd while away the hours
Just next to my old chair
You'd usually have some flowers
The shelves of books
Even the picture ho...
It's the same old rodeo
Whenever it appears
The roughnecks and truck drivers
Pipeliners and engineers
Our dusty little cowtown
Turned into a boomtown ...
Southern bound from Glasgow town
she's shining in the sun
my Scotstoun lassie
on a border run
We're whistling down the hillsides
and tearing up the c...
On the road again in cabaret
Grey hair and Fenders
Old ghosts revisited today
No original members
Pick out a pretty one and toss your hair
Seems fooli...