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