Boots Of Spanish Leather
Bob Dylan

Oh, Iím sailiní away my own true love
Iím sailiní away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that Iíll be landing?

No, thereís nothiní you can send me, my own true love
Thereís nothiní I wish to be owniní
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
Iíd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For thatís all Iím wishiní to be owniní

That I might be gone a long time
And itís only that Iím askiní
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passiní

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-sailiní
Saying I donít know when Iíll be cominí back again
It depends on how Iím a-feeliní

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
Iím sure your mind is roaminí
Iím sure your heart is not with me
But with the country to where youíre goiní

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, thereís something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather