Boots Of Spanish Leather (Live)

詞：Dylan

Oh I'm sailin away my own true love

I'm sailin away in the morning.

Is there something I can send you from across the sea

From the place that Ill be landing

No there's nothin you can send me my own true love

There's nothin I wish to be ownin.

Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean.

Oh but I just thought you might want something fine

Made of silver or of golden

Either from the mountains of madrid

Or from the coast of barcelona.

Oh but if I had the stars from the darkest night

And the diamonds from the deepest ocean

Id forsake them all for your sweet kiss

For that's all I'm wishin to be ownin.

That I might be gone a long time

And its only that I'm askin

Is there something I can send you to remember me by

To make your time more easy passin.

Oh how can how can you ask me again

It only brings me sorrow.

The same thing I want from you today

I would want again tomorrow.

I got a letter on a lonesome day

It was from her ship a-sailin

Saying I don't know when Ill be comin back again

It depends on how I'm a-feelin.

Well if you my love must think that-a-way

I'm sure your mind is roamin.

I'm sure your heart is not with me

But with the country to where you're goin.

So take heed take heed of the western wind

Take heed of the stormy weather.

And yes there's something you can send back to me

Spanish boots of spanish leather.