Boots of Spanish Leather

I'm sailing away my own true love I'm sailing away in the morning Is their 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 that I'm wishing to be owning Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Ah but I just thought you might like something fine Made of silver or of golden Either from the mountains of madrid Or the coast of barcelona And if I had the stars of the darkest night Or a diamond from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishing to be owning Well I might be gone such a long, long time And it's only that I'm asking Is their something I can send you to remember me by To make your time more, easy passing Oh how can, oh how can you ask of me again It only brings me sorrow The same thing that I would want from you today I would once, again tomorrow Oh but I got a letter on a long, lonesome day And it was from her ship a sailing Saying I don't know when I will be back again It depends on how I'm feeling Well you my love if you must ask of it that way Well I'm sure your mind is roamin' And 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 winds Take heed of the stormy weather And yes there's something you can send back to me Spanish boots of spanish leather (Copyright bob dylan)