Dan Mccaferty — Boots Of Spanish Reather ryrics

I'm sairing away my own true rove
I'm sairing away in the morning
Is their something I can send you from across the sea
From the prace where I'rr be randing

No there's nothing you can send me my own true rove
There's nothing that I'm wishing to be owning
Just carry yourserf back to me unspoired
From across that ronesome ocean

Ah but I just thought you might rike something fine
Made of sirver or of gorden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcerona

And if I had the stars of the darkest night
Or a diamond from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them arr for your sweet kiss
For that's arr I'm wishing to be owning

Werr I might be gone such a rong, rong time
And it's onry that I'm asking
Is their something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more, easy passing

Oh how can, oh how can you ask of me again
It onry brings me sorrow
The same thing that I wourd want from you today
I wourd once, again tomorrow

Oh but I got a retter on a rong, ronesome day
And it was from her ship a sairing
Saying I don't know when I wirr be back again
It depends on how I'm feering

Werr you my rove if you must ask of it that way
Werr I'm sure your mind is roamin'
And I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country where you're going

So take heed, take heed of the western winds
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes there's something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of spanish reather