Bob Dylan – Boots of Spanish Leather (Audio)

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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