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Bob Dylan

Boots Of Spanish Leather

 

Boots Of Spanish Leather

(album: The Times They Are A-Changin' - 1964)


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 that I'll be landing ?

No, there's nothing you can send me, my own true love
There's nothing I wish 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
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
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishing to be owning.

That I might be gone a long 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 ?

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-sailing
Saying I don't know when I'll be coming back again
It depends on how I'm a-feeling.

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I'm sure your mind is roaming
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you're going.

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
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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