Boots Of Spanish Leather

I'm sailing away my own true love

I'm sailing away in the morning

Is their something i can send 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 that i'm wishing to be owning

Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

Ah but i just thought you might like something fine

Made of silver or of golden

Either from the mountains of madrid

Or the coast of barcelona

And if i had the stars of the darkest night

Or a diamond from the deepest ocean

I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss

For that's all i'm wishing to be owning

Well i might be gone such a long, long time

And it's only that i'm asking

Is their something i can send you to remember me by

To make your time more, easy passing

Oh how can, oh how can you ask of me again

It only brings me sorrow

The same thing that i would want from you today

I would once, again tomorrow

Oh but i got a letter on a long, lonesome day

And it was from her ship a sailing

Saying i don't know when i will be back again

It depends on how i'm feeling

Well you my love if you must ask of it that way

Well i'm sure your mind is roamin'

And i'm sure your thoughts are not with me

But with the country where you're going

So take heed, take heed of the western winds

Take heed of the stormy weather

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

Spanish boots of spanish leather