Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
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 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
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 that I'm 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 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 thoughts are 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 you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather

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I have been the girl (well, I'm a guy but you get the point) in this song in real life.

I once left a girlfriend behind at home to travel through South America. I told her I'd be away for six months, but once I got there I realized I needed more time. So I wrote to her and told her my trip would be more like eight months.

Her response, though she had never listened to Dylan, was pretty much exactly what Bob writes in the penultimate verse. My thoughts were not with her. I went home after eight months but things were never the same and we soon parted ways for good. Every time I hear this song now, I cry for the guilt of how I broke her heart, how lonely and abandoned she must have felt at home, how the emails and letters and gifts I sent her to "make her time more easy passin'" were really, at the end of the day, worthless.

I have been the girl (well, I'm a guy but you get the point) in this song in real life. I once left a girlfriend behind at home to travel through South America. I told her I'd be away for six months, but once I got there I realized I needed more time. So I wrote to her and told her my trip would be more like eight months. Her response, though she had never listened to Dylan, was pretty much exactly what Bob writes in the penultimate verse. My thoughts were not with her. I went home after eight months but things were never the same and we soon parted ways for good. Every time I hear this song now, I cry for the guilt of how I broke her heart, how lonely and abandoned she must have felt at home, how the emails and letters and gifts I sent her to "make her time more easy passin'" were really, at the end of the day, worthless.

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phomeron May 14, 2011 Link
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@phomer - - - that is quite a story. when you say you sent her gifts, of course it calls to mind these boots. i wonder if you ever had occasion to later tell her this full tale

SteveVitoffon December 26, 2016