Artist：bob dylan

Songs Title：boots of spanish leather

Oh I'm sailin away my own true love

I'm 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 I'm wishin to be ownin

That I might be gone a long time

And its only that I'm 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 don't know when Ill be comin back again

It depends on how I'm a-feelin

Well if you my love must think that-a-way

I'm sure your mind is roamin

I'm sure your heart is not with me

But with the country to where you're 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