Boots of Spanish Leather

Oh, I'm sailing away, my own true love
 I'm sailing away in the morning
 Is there something I can send you from across the sea?
 From the place where I'll be landing?
 There's nothing you can send me, my own true love
 There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning
 Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
 From across that lonesome ocean
 Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
 Maybe silver or of golden
 Either from the mountains of Madrid
 Or from the coast of Barcelona
 If I had the stars of the darkest night
 And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
 I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
 That's all I wish to be owning
 Oh, I might be gone a long ol' time
 And it's only that I'm asking
 Is there something I can send you to remember me by?
 To make your time more easy passing?
 How can, how can you ask me again?
 Well it only brings me sorrow
 Oh, the same thing I would want today
 I would want again tomorrow
 Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day
 It was from his ship a-sailing
 Saying, I don't know when I'll be coming back again
 It depends on how I'm feeling
 If you, my love, must think that away
 I'm sure your mind is a-roaming
 I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
 But with the country where you're going
 So take heed, take heed of the western wind
 Take heed of stormy weather
 And yes, there is something you can send back to me
 Spanish boots of Spanish leather