Boots of Spanish Leather

One, two, three, four

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 I'll be landing?

And there's nothing you can send me, my own true love
There's nothing I'm a-wishing to be owning
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean

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 from the darkest night
And 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

Well, I might be gone a long old 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?

How can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow

I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship sailin'
Sayin', "I don't know when I'll be coming back again
It depends on how I'm feeling"

If you, my love, must think that way
I'm sure that your mind is roaming
And I'm sure that your heart is not with me
With the country to 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