Lyrics

One, two, three, four Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love I'm sailin' away in the morning Is there something I can send you from across the sea From the place that I'll be landing? And there's nothing you can send me, my own true love There's nothing I'm a-wishing to be owning Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean 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 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'm wishing to be owning Well, I might be gone a long old time And it's only that I'm asking Is there something I can send you to remember me by To make your time more easy passing? How can, how can you ask me again? It only brings me sorrow The same thing I would want today I would want again tomorrow I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship sailin' Sayin', "I don't know when I'll be coming back again It depends on how I'm feeling" If you, my love, must think that way I'm sure that your mind is roaming And I'm sure that your heart is not with me With the country to 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 leather
Writer(s): Bob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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