Well I'm sailin away my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the mornin'
Is there something I can send
You from across the sea
From the place where I'll be landin'?

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 darkest night
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 old time
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 me again?
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 day
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 that a'way
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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bob Dylan