Boots of Spanish Leather (Live at Town Hall, New York, NY - April 1963)

Oh, I’m sailin' away my own true love I’m a-sailin' away in the morning Is there somethin' 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' Im'a wishing to be ownin' Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Ah, but I just thought you might want somethin' fine Made of silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona Well, 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 a-wishin' to be ownin' Well I might be gone a long old time And it’s only that I’m asking Is there somethin' I can send you to remember me by To make your time more easy passing Oh, how can, how can you ask me again It only brings me sorrow The same thing I would want today I want again tomorrow 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 a-feelin' If a-you, my love, must think that-a-way I’m sure your mind is a-roamin' I’m sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country to where you’re goin' So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of the stormy weather And yes, there’s somethin' you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather