Boots of Spanish Leather — текст песни (Joan Baez)

Well I`m sailin away my own true love.
I`m sailin` away in the mornin`
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place where I`ll be landin`?

No, there`s nothing you can bring me my own true love.
There`s nothing I wish to be ownin`.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
from across that lonesome ocean.

Well I just though you might want something fine
made of silver or of golden
either from the mountains of Madrid
or the coast of Barcelona.

If I had the stars from the darkest night
and the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I`d foresake them all for your sweet kiss,
for that`s all I`m wishin` to be ownin`

That I might be gone a long old time,
and it`s only that I`m askin`.
Is there something I can give 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.
For the same thing that I want from you today
I would want again tomorrow.

Well 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 feelin`."

Well if you my love must think that a`way
I`m sure your mind is a`roamin`.
I`m sure your heart is not with me
but with the country where you`re goin`.

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.