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 that I'll be landing?

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

There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'

Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

Oh, 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

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night

And all the diamonds from the deepest ocean

Then I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss

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

And I might be gone a long long 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?

You know it only brings me sorrow

And the same thing that I would want today

I will want again tomorrow

I got a letter on a lonesome day

It was from her ship a-sailin'

She said, "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again

It depends on how I'm a-feelin'"

Well if you, my love, you must think that way

Yeah, I'm sure your mind is roamin'

And I'm sure that your thoughts, they are not with me

But with the country to where you're goin'

So take heed, take heed of that western wind

And take heed of all that stormy weather

And yeah, there's something you can send back to me

Spanish boots of Spanish leather