Bob Dylan
Boots of Spanish Leather
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 wish 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

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And all the diamonds from the deepest ocean
Then I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
'Cause that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'

And I might be gone a long 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'?

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?
You know it only brings me sorrow
And the same thing that I would want today
I will want again tomorrow
I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin'
She said, "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'"

Well if you, my love, you must think that way
Yeah, I'm sure your mind is roamin'
And I'm sure that your thoughts, they are not with me
But with the country to where you're goin'

So take heed, take heed of that western wind
And take heed of all that stormy weather
And yeah, there's something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather