Boots Of Spanish Leather

I'm sailing away, my own true love
Sailing away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place where I'll be landing?

There's nothing you can send me, my own true love
There's nothing that I wish to be owning
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across the lonesome ocean

But I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcelona

But if I had the stars from the darkest nights
Or the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishing to be owning

That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm asking
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passing?

Oh how can you, how can you ask me again
When you know it brings me sorrow?
The same thing that I will want today
I will want again tomorrow

Oh I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from his 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
I'm sure your mind is roaming
I'm sure your heart is not with me
But with the country to where you're going

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
Yes, there is something you can bring back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
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