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 mornin'
 Is there somethin' I can bring you from across the sea
 From the place that I'll be landin'?
 No, there's nothin' you can bring me, my own true love
 There's nothin' I'm a-wishing to be ownin'
 Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
 From across that lonesome ocean
 Oh, 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
 Oh, but if I had the stars of the darkest night
 And the diamonds of the deepest ocean
 I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
 For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
 Oh, but 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 passin'?
 How can, how can you ask me again?
 It only brings me sorrow
 The same thing I would want today
 I would want again tomorrow
 Oh, 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 feeling"
 And if you, my love, must think that-a-way
 I'm sure your mind is 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 winds
 Take heed of the stormy weather
 And, yes, there's somethin' you can send back to me
 Send me boots of Spanish leather