Top-Songs von Martin Simpson
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Barry Phillips
Cello
Ben Burdick
Lead Guitar
Bo Ramsey
Electric Guitar
Cam Salay
Banjo
Cisco Gilliland
Drums
Claude Castonguay
Keyboards
Cliff Eberhardt
Vocals
Dave Ray
Slide Guitar
David Webb
Piano
David Zollo
Keyboards
Doug Robinson
Bass Guitar
Eliza Gilkyson
Vocals
Geoff Kelly
Whistle
Greg Brown
Vocals
Guy Davis
Vocals
John Platania
Electric Guitar
Jon Herington
Acoustic Guitar
Levon Helm
Drums
Lucy Kaplansky
Vocals
Maggie Roche
Vocals
Mark Murphy
Bass
Matt Andes
Slide Guitar
Michelle Campagne
Vocals
Norman Blake
Guitar
Paul Campagne
Acoustic Guitar
Peter Ostroushko
Fiddle
Ramblin' Jack Elliott
Vocals
Randy McCullough
Bass
Rick Cicalo
Bass
Rosalie Sorrels
Vocals
Shannon Saunders
Fiddle
Steve Hayes
Drums
Stewart Lerman
Vocals
Suzanne Campagne
Vocals
Suzzy Roche
Vocals
Tobin Frank
Bass
Todd Johnson
Drums
Tom Landa
Guitar
Tom Wolk
Accordion
anny Godinez
Nylon-String Guitar
Songtexte
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but 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.
Oh, but 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 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 passin'.
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.
I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from her ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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