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
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
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
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
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
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.