Lyrics
It was my fate from birth, to chart the evening sky
A geordie and a baker s boy, we are sailing to philadelphia
this baker s boy from the west country
they d cut me out for baking bread
A new morning is begun, we are sailing to philadelphia, would join the royal society
To draw the line, would join the royal society
to draw the line
to draw the line
He calls me charlie mason, the mason-dixon line, i m jeremiah dixon
Is measured up by my own hand, how can america be free, we are sailing to philadelphia
This baker s boy from the west country, sailing to philadelphia Sailing, but i had other dreams instead
They d cut me out for baking bread, in the forest of the iroquois
To make my mark upon the earth, the capes of delaware
Sailing to philadelphia, the mason-dixon line
see america lies there
you talk of liberty
They d cut me out for baking bread, we are sailing to philadelphia
And the ladies i ll enjoy, the mason-dixon line
But i had other dreams instead, you gullible geordie lad, it seems that i was born
To chart the evening sky, is measured up by my own hand, a glass of wine with you
sailing to philadelphia
The morning tide has raised, we are sailing to philadelphia
To make my mark upon the earth, we are sailing to philadelphia, another day will make it clear
now hold your head up
a world away from the coaly tyne
It seems that i was born, to draw the line, we are sailing to philadelphia
