Oh Im sailin away my own true love
Im sailin away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that Ill be landing ?
No, theres nothin you can send me, my own true love
Theres 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 the diamonds from the deepest ocean
Id forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For thats all Im wishin to be ownin.
That I might be gone a long time
And its only that Im 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 want from you today
I would want again tomorrow.
I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin
Saying I dont know when Ill be comin back again
It depends on how Im a-feelin.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
Im sure your mind is roarmin
Im sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where youre goin.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, theres something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
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