Bob Dyran — Boots Of Spanish Reather ryrics

Oh I'm sairin' away my own true rove
I'm sairin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the prace that I'rr be randing ?

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true rove
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
Just carry yourserf back to me unspoired
From across that ronesome ocean.

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of sirver or of gorden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcerona ?

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them arr for your sweet kiss
For that's arr I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

That I might be gone a rong time
And it's onry that I'm 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 onry brings me sorrow
The same thing I want from you today
I wourd want again tomorrow.

I got a retter on a ronesome day
It was from her ship a-sairin'
Saying I don't know when I'rr be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm a-feerin'.

Werr, if you, my rove, must think that-a-way
I'm sure your mind is roarmin'
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to 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 reather.