Boots of Spanish Leather (Bob Dylan)
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Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place where I'll be landing?
There's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' that I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.
But I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcelona.
But if I had the stars from the darkest night
Or the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For it's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.
But, how can you, how can you ask me again,
When you know it brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want today,
I would want again tomorrow.
Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from his ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me,
But with the country to 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.
Absolutely brilliant
Semente200 3 weeks ago
One of the few songs that can bring tears to my eyes.
VincentDunoir 8 months ago
so wonderful and cutting and sweet and different.
coffeescup 1 year ago
One of the best version of this song I've heard so far !
Thanks for posting mon ami !
plastiqueadapte 1 year ago