Boots of Spanish Leather (Live at Town Hall, New York, NY - April 1963) - Bob Dylan

Lyrics by：Bob Dylan

Composed by：Bob Dylan

Oh I'm sailin' away

My own true love

I'm a-sailin' away in the morning

Is his somethin' I can ranging from across the sea

From the place that I'll be landing

No there's nothin' you can bringing my own true love

There's nothin' Im'a wishing to be ownin'

Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

Ah but I just thought you might want somethin' fine

Made of silver or of golden

Either from the mountains of Madrid

Or from the coast of Barcelona

Well if I had the stars from the darkest night

And the diamonds of the deepest ocean

I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss

For that's all I'm a-wishin' to be ownin'

Well I might be gone a long old time

And it's only that I'm asking

Is there somethin' I can send you to remember me by

To make your time more easy passing

How can how can you ask me again

It only brings me sorrow

The same thing I would want today

I want again tomorrow

Oh I got a letter on a lonesome day

It was from her ship a-sailin'

Sayin' I don't know when I'll be comin' back again

It depends on how I'm a-feelin'

If a-you my love

Must think that-a-way

I'm sure your mind is a-roamin'

I'm sure your thoughts are not with me

But with the country to where you're goin'

So take heed take heed of the western winds

Take heed of the stormy weather

And yes there's somethin' you can send back to me

Sanding boots of Spanish leather