Boots Of Spanish Leather

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 that I'll be landin'?

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

There's nothing I'm wishin' to be ownin'

Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

Oh, that 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

Oh God, 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 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 I would 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

Depends on how I'm feelin'"

So take heed, take heed of the Western wind

Take heed of stormy weather

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

Spanish boots of Spanish leather