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