well i m sailin away my own true love i m sailin away in the mornin is there something i can send you from across the sea from the place where i ll be landin no there s nothing you can bring me my own true love there s nothing i wish to be ownin just carry yourself back to me unspoiled from across that lonesome ocean well i just though you might want something fine made of silver or of golden either from the mountains of madrid or the coast of barcelona if i had the stars from the darkest night and the diamonds from the deepest ocean i d foresake them all for your sweet kiss for that s all i m wishin to be ownin that i might be gone a long old time and it s only that i m askin is there something i can give you to remember me by to make your time more easy passin oh how can how can you ask me again it only brings me sorrow for the same thing that i want from you today i would want again tomorrow well i got a letter on a lonesome day it was from her ship a sailin sayin i don t know when i ll be comin back again it depends on how i m feelin well if you my love must think that a way i m sure your mind is a roamin i m sure your heart is not with me but with the country where you re goin so take heed take heed of the western wind take heed of the stormy weather and yes there s something you can send back to me spanish boots of spanish leather