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(By Bob Dylan) Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love I'm sailin' away in the mornin' Is there somethin I can send you From across the sea From the place where I'll be landin' There's nothin' you can send me my own true love There is nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin' Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Ah, but I just thought you might want somethin' 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 ownin' I might be gone a long ole time And it's only that I'm askin' Is there somethin' I can send you Letras de cancionesTo remember me by? To make your time more easy passin'? 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 his ship a-sailin' Sayin' I don't know when I'll be comin' back again It depends on how I'm feelin' 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 with the country where you're goin' So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of stormy weather And yes there is somethin' you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather From Letras Mania