Oh Im sailin away my own true love Im sailin away in the morning Is there something I can send you from across the sea From the place that Ill be landing ? No, theres nothin you can send me, my own true love Theres nothin I wish to be ownin Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean. Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Made of silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona ? Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean Id forsake them all for your sweet kiss For thats all Im wishin to be ownin. That I might be gone a long time And its only that Im askin Is there something I can send you to remember me by To make your time more easy passin ? Oh, how can, how can you ask me again It only brings me sorrow The same thing I want from you today I would want again tomorrow. I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship a-sailin Saying I dont know when Ill be comin back again It depends on how Im a-feelin. Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way Im sure your mind is roamin Im sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country to where youre goin. So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of the stormy weather And yes, theres something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 22:36:00 +0000
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