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 No, there's nothing you can send me, my own true love There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning Just to carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Well 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 And if I had the stars of the darkest night Or the diamonds from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishing to be owning And I might be gone a long old time And it's only this I'm asking Is there something I can send you to remember me by? To make your time more easy passing Oh how can, how can you ask me again? What only brings me sorrow The same thing I would want today I would want again tomorrow I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship a-sailing Saying I don't know when I'll be coming back again It depends on how I'm feeling Well if you, my love, must think that way And I'm sure your mind is roaming And I'm sure your heart is not with me But with the country to where you're going So take heed, take heed of the western wind And take heed of the stormy weather And yes, there's something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather