paroles de chanson Boots of Spanish Leather - The Seldom Scene

Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
Oh, 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 landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From far across that lonesome ocean

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona

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

Oh, but I might be gone a long, long time
And it's only that I am askin'
Can I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin'

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
For it only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want from you today
I would want again tomorrow

Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin'
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
It all depends on how I'm a-feelin'

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I'm sure your mind is a-roamin'
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But the country where you are goin'

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there is something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather