A D/A A D/A
F#m D A
Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love
F#m E/G# A
I'm sailin' away in the morning
F#m D A
is there something I can send you from across the sea
F#m E/G# A
From the place that I'll be landing?
F#m D A
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
F#m E/G# A
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
F#m D A
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
F#m E/G# A
From across that lonesome ocean.
F#m D A
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
F#m E/G# A
Made of silver or of golden
F#m D A
Either from the mountains of Madrid
F#m E/G# A
Or from the coast of Barcelona?
F#m D A
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
F#m E/G# A
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
F#m D A
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
F#m E/G# A
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
F#m D A
That I might be gone a long time
F#m E/G# A
And it's only that I'm askin'
F#m D A
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
F#m E/G# A
To make your time more easy passin'?
F#m D A
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
F#m E/G# A
It only brings me sorrow
F#m D A
But the same thing I would want today
F#m E/G# A
I would want again tomorrow.
F#m D A
When I got a letter on a lonesome day
F#m E/G# A
It was from her ship a-sailin'
F#m D A
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
F#m E/G# A
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
F#m D A
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
F#m E/G# A
I'm sure your mind is roamin'
F#m D A
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
F#m E/G# A
But with the country to where you're goin'.
F#m D A
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
F#m E/G# A
Take heed of the stormy weather
F#m D A
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
F#m E/G# A
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.