Boots of Spanish Leather

Well I'm sailin away my own true love

I'm sailin' away in the mornin'

Is there something I can send you from across the sea

From the place where I'll be landin'?

No, there's nothing you can bring me my own true love

There's nothing I wish to be ownin'

Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

Well I just though you might want something fine

Made of silver or of golden

Either from the mountains of Madrid

Or from the coast of Barcelona

If I had the stars from the darkest night

And the diamonds from the deepest ocean

I'd foresake them all for your sweet kiss

For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'

That I might be gone a long old time

And it's only that 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

For the same thing that I want from you today

I would want again tomorrow

Well I got a letter on a lonesome day

It was from her ship a'sailin'

Sayin' "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again

It depends on how I'm feelin'."

Well if you my love must think that a'way

I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'

I'm sure your heart is not with me

But with the country where you're goin'

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