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 pa*sin'? 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