Boots of Spanish Leather

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the mornin'.
Is there something I can sendfrom across the sea,
From the place where I'll be landing?
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.
If I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
That's all I'm wish to be ownin'.
Oh, I might be gone a long 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, how can you ask me again,
Well it only brings me sorrow.
For the same thing I want from you to be,
I would want again tomorrow.
I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from his ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know if I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm feelin'.
If you, my love, must think that-a-way,
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'.
Take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.