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 the diamonds from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin' That I might be gone a 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 It only brings me sorrow The same thing I want from you today I would want again tomorrow I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship asailin' Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again It depends on how I'm afeelin' Well if you my love must think thataway I'm sure your mind is roarmin' 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 something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather