From the place that I'll be landing?
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
Made of silver or of golden
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Either from the mountains of Madrid
So take heed, take heed of the western winds
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
Is there something that I can send you to remember me by
Publisher: SPECIAL RIDER MUSIC
That I might be gone a long [Incomprehensible] time
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
And it's only that I'm askin'
Oh, if I had the stars from the darkest night
Take heed of the stormy weather
The same thing I would want today
Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day
I'm sure your mind is roamin'
I'm sailin' away in the morning
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
I'm sure you thoughts are not with me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
It was from her ship a-sailin'
From across that lonesome ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
But with the country to where you're goin'
It only brings me sorrow
I would want again tomorrow
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'
Or from the coast of Barcelona
If you, my love, must think that-a-way
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
To make your time more easy passin'
There's nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin'
Saying, I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?