Boots Of Spanish Leather Lyrics - Other Voices, Other Rooms - Nanci Griffith

Oh, I'm sailing away, my own true love 

I'm sailing away in the morning 

Is there something I can send you from across the sea? 

From the place where I'll be landing? 

There's nothing you can send me, my own true love 

There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning 

Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled 

From across that lonesome ocean 

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine 

Maybe silver or of golden 

Either from the mountains of Madrid 

Or from the coast of Barcelona 

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 

That's all I wish to be owning 

Oh, I might be gone a long ol' time 

And it's only that I'm asking 

Is there something I can send you to remember me by? 

To make your time more easy passing? 

How can, how can you ask me again? 

Well it only brings me sorrow 

Oh, the same thing I would want today 

I would want again tomorrow 

Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day 

It was from his ship a-sailing 

Saying, I don't know when I'll be coming back again 

It depends on how I'm feeling 

If you, my love, must think that away 

I'm sure your mind is a-roaming 

I'm sure your thoughts are not with me 

But with the country where you're going 

So take heed, take heed of the western wind 

Take heed of stormy weather 

And yes, there is something you can send back to me 

Spanish boots of Spanish leather