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