Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love <br />I'm sailin' away in the morning <br />Is there something I can send you from across the sea <br />From the place that I'll be landing ? <br /> <br />No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love <br />There's nothin' I wish to be ownin' <br />Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled <br />From across that lonesome ocean. <br /> <br />Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine <br />Made of silver or of golden <br />Either from the mountains of Madrid <br />Or from the coast of Barcelona ? <br /> <br />Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night <br />And the diamonds from the deepest ocean <br />I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss <br />For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'. <br /> <br />That I might be gone a long time <br />And it's only that I'm askin' <br />Is there something I can send you to remember me by <br />To make your time more easy passin' ? <br /> <br />Oh, how can, how can you ask me again <br />It only brings me sorrow <br />The same thing I want from you today <br />I would want again tomorrow. <br /> <br />I got a letter on a lonesome day <br />It was from her ship a-sailin' <br />Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again <br />It depends on how I'm a-feelin'. <br /> <br />Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way <br />I'm sure your mind is roarmin' <br />I'm sure your thoughts are not with me <br />But with the country to where you're goin'. <br /> <br />So take heed, take heed of the western wind <br />Take heed of the stormy weather <br />And yes, there's something you can send back to me <br />Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
