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