Nanci Griffith - Boots Of Spanish Leather lyrics

(Bob Dylan)

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love

I'm sailin' away in the morning

Is there somethin' I can send you

From across the sea

From the place where I'll be landin'?

There's nothin' you can send me my own true love

There is nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin'

Just 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

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 ownin'

I might be gone a long ole time

And it's only that I'm askin'

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 his ship a-sailin'

Sayin' I don;t know when I'll be comin' back again

It depends on how I'm feelin'

If 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 where you're goin'

So take heed, take heed of the western wind

Take heed of stormy weather

And yes there is somethin' you can send back to me

Spanish boots of Spanish leather