Seldom Scene: "Boots of Spanish Leather"

Oh, I'm sailing away, my own true love
I'm sailing away in the morning
Is there something I can send you
From across the sea
From the place where I'll be landing?

There's nothing you can send me, my own true love
There is nothing I'm wishing to be owning
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean

Ah, 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

If I had the stars of the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
That's all I wish to be owning

I might be gone a long old time
And it's only this 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

Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from a ship a-sailing
Saying 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 your mind is a-roaming
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 wind
Take heed of stormy weather
And, yes, there is something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather

--Bob Dylan