I'm sailing away my own true love   I'm sailing away in the morning  Is their something I can send you from across the sea  From the place where I'll be landing     No there's nothing you can send me my own true love  There's nothing that I'm wishing to be owning  Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled  From across that lonesome ocean     Ah but I just thought you might like something fine  Made of silver or of golden  Either from the mountains of Madrid  Or the coast of Barcelona    And if I had the stars of the darkest night  Or a diamond from the deepest ocean  I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss  For that's all I'm wishing to be owning     Well I might be gone such a long, long time  And it's only that I'm asking  Is their something I can send you to remember me by  To make your time more, easy passing     Oh how can, oh how can you ask of me again  It only brings me sorrow  The same thing that I would want from you today  I would once, again tomorrow    Oh but I got a letter on a long, lonesome day  And it was from her ship a sailing  Saying I don't know when I will be back again  It depends on how I'm feeling    Well you my love if you must ask of it that way  Well I'm sure your mind is roamin'  And I'm sure your thoughts are not with me  But with the country where you're going     So take heed, take heed of the western winds  Take heed of the stormy weather  And yes there's something you can send back to me  Spanish boots of spanish leather  (copyright Bob Dylan)