Listen to Boots of Spanish Leather (Live) by Andrea von Kampen

Boots of Spanish Leather (Live)

Andrea von Kampen

Singer/Songwriter

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Lyrics

Well, I'm sailin' away, my own true love Yes, I'm sailin' away in the morning Is there something I can send you to remember me by? From the place that I'll be landing? No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love There's nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin' Just sent yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Oh, 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 But 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 For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin' But I might be gone a long old time And it's only this I'm askin' Is there something I can send you to remember me by? From the place that I'll be landing? Oh, how can, how can you ask me again? It only brings me sorrow The same thing I want today I would want again tomorrow Well, 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' 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 winds Take heed of the stormy weather And yes, there's something to send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather Spanish boots of Spanish leather
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