Boots Of Spanish Leather

Oh

I'm sailing away my own true love

I'm sailing away in the morning

Is there something I can sing you from across the sea

From the place where I'll be landing

No

There's nothing you can send me

My own true love

There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning

Just to carry your sail back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

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

And if I had the stars of the darkest night

Or the diamonds from the deepest ocean

I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss

Oh

That's all I'm wishing to be owning

And I might be gone a long

Long time

And it's only this I'm asking

Is there something I can send you to remember me by

To make your time more easy passing

Oh how can

How can you ask me this

What only brings me sorrow

The same thing would I want today

I would want again tomorrow

I got a letter on a lonesome day

It was from her ship a sailing

Saying I don't know when I'll be coming back again

It depends on how I'm feeling

Well if you

My love

Must think that way

And I'm sure your mind is roaming

And I'm sure your heart is not with me

With the country to where you're going

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