Bob Dylan — Boots of Spanish Leather

[Verse 1] Oh, I’m sailin' away my own true love I’m a-sailin' away in the morning Is there somethin' I can send you from across the sea From the place that I’ll be landing? [Verse 2] No, there’s nothin' you can send me, my own true love There’s nothin' I'm a-wishing to be ownin' Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean [Verse 3] Ah, but I just thought you might want somethin' fine Made of silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona [Verse 4] Well, 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 For that’s all I’m a-wishin' to be ownin' [Verse 5] Well I might be gone a long old time And it’s only that I’m asking Is there somethin' I can send you to remember me by To make your time more easy passing [Verse 6] Oh, how can, how can you ask me again It only brings me sorrow The same thing I would want today I want again tomorrow [Verse 7] I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship a-sailin' Sayin' I don’t know when I’ll be comin' back again It depends on how I’m a-feelin' [Verse 8] If a-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 to where you’re goin' [Verse 9] So take heed, take heed of the western winds Take heed of the stormy weather And yes, there’s somethin' you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather