I'm sailing away, my own true love I'm sailing away, my own true love I'm sailing away in the morning Is there something I can bring you from across the sea? From the place that I'll be landing? Now there's nothing you can bring me, my own true love There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Oh but I just thought you might want something fine Maybe silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona Oh but if I had the stars of the darkest night And the diamonds of the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss That's all I'm wishing to be owning Oh but I might be gone a long old time And it's only that I'm asking Is there something I can send you to remember me by? To make your time more easy passing How can, how can you ask me again? It only brings me sorrow The same thing I would want today I would want again tomorrow Oh I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her shippy sailing Saying I don't know when I'll be coming back again It depends on how I'm feeling Well if you my love must think that way I'm sure your mind is roaming I'm sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country to where you're going 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 Send me boots of Spanish leather