Boots Of Spanish Leather

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 where I’ll be landing?

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

In nothin’ I’m wishin’ to be ownin’

Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

Ah, 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

But if I had the stars of the darkest night

Or the diamonds from the deepest ocean

I’d forsaken them all for your sweet kiss

For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be owin’

That I might be gone a long old time

And it’s only this 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 would want today

I will want again tomorrow

Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day

It was from her ship a-sailin’

Saying “I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again

It depends on how I’m feelin’”

If you, my love, must think that way

And I’m sure your mind is a-roamin’

And 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 winds

Take heed of the stormy weather

And yes, there’s something you can send back to me...

Spanish boots of Spanish leather