[00:00.00] 作曲 : Mark Knopfler
[00:41.84]I'm Jeremiah Dixon
[00:53.39]I am a Geordie boy
[00:56.65]A glass of wine with you, sir
[00:59.09]And the ladies I'll enjoy
[01:02.97]All Durham and Northumberland
[01:07.16]Is measured up by my own hand
[01:13.58]It was my fate from birth
[01:17.33]To make my mark upon the earth...
[01:24.77]He calls me Charlie Mason
[01:27.33]A stargazer am I
[01:30.04]It seems that I was born
[01:32.97]To chart the evening sky
[01:37.01]They'd cut me out for baking bread
[01:41.73]But I had other dreams instead
[01:46.11]This baker's boy from the west country
[01:50.61]Would join the Royal Society...
[01:55.16]We are sailing to Philadelphia
[02:03.41]A world away from the coaly Tyne
[02:08.97]Sailing to Philadelphia
[02:14.02]To draw the line
[02:18.22]The Mason-Dixon line
[02:25.97]
[02:27.61]Now you're good surveyor, a Dixon
[02:51.60]But I swear you'll make me mad
[02:53.91]The West will kill us both
[02:56.74]You gullible Geordie lad
[03:00.72]You talk of liberty
[03:05.78]How can America be free
[03:09.41]A Geordie and a baker's boy
[03:14.72]In the forest of the Iroquois...
[03:19.60]Now hold your up, head Mason
[03:23.90]
[03:24.85]See America lies there
[03:28.39]The morning tide has raised
[03:30.25]The capes of Delaware
[03:35.13]Come up and feel the sun
[03:38.61]A new morning is begun
[03:43.30]Another day will make it clear
[03:46.86]Why your stars should guide us here...
[03:54.80]We are sailing to Philadelphia
[04:00.66]A world away from the coaly Tyne
[04:06.44]Sailing to Philadelphia
[04:11.11]To draw the line
[04:15.64]The Meson-Dixon line The Meson-Dixon line
[04:27.57]

作曲 : Mark Knopfler
I'm 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
The Mason-Dixon line
Now you're good surveyor, a 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 forest of the Iroquois...
Now hold your up, head 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 Meson-Dixon line The Meson-Dixon line