Oh, Im sailin away, my own true love
Im sailin away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that Ill be landing?
No, theres nothin you can send me, my own true love
Theres nothin Im 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
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
Id forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For thats all Im wishin to be ownin
But I might be gone a long old time
And its only that Im 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 would want today
I would want again tomorrow
Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin
Saying I dont know when Ill be comin back again
It depends on how Im a-feelin
If you, my love, must think that-a-way
Im sure your mind is roamin
Im sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where youre goin
So take heed, take heed of the western winds
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, theres something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather