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? There's nothing you can send me, my own true love There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Maybe 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 owning Oh, I might be gone a long ol' time And it's only that I'm asking Is there something I can send you to remember me by? To make your time more easy passing? How can, how can you ask me again? Well it only brings me sorrow Oh, 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-sailing Saying, I don't know when I'll be coming back again It depends on how I'm feeling If you, my love, must think that away I'm sure your mind is a-roaming I'm sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country where you're going So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of stormy weather And yes, there is something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather