Boots of Spanish Leather

Oh, I'm sailing 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 where I'll be landin'?

There's nothing you can send me, my own true love

There is nothin' I'm a-wishin' 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

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 ownin'

Oh, I might be gone a long ole 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'?

How can, how can you ask me again?

Well, it only brings me sorrow

For 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-sailin'

Sayin' I don't know when I'll be coming back again

It depends on how I'm feelin'

If you, my love, must think that away

I'm sure your mind is a-roamin'

I'm sure your thoughts are not with me

But with the country where you're goin'

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