| I’m sailing away my own true love
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| I’m sailing away in the morning
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| Is their something I can send you from across the sea
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| From the place where I’ll be landing
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| No there’s nothing you can send me my own true love
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| There’s nothing that I’m wishing to be owning
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| Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
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| From across that lonesome ocean
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| Ah but I just thought you might like something fine
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| Made of silver or of golden
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| Either from the mountains of madrid
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| Or the coast of barcelona
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| And if I had the stars of the darkest night
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| Or a diamond from the deepest ocean
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| I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss
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| For that’s all I’m wishing to be owning
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| Well I might be gone such a long, long time
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| And it’s only that I’m asking
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| Is their something I can send you to remember me by To make your time more, easy passing
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| Oh how can, oh how can you ask of me again
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| It only brings me sorrow
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| The same thing that I would want from you today
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| I would once, again tomorrow
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| Oh but I got a letter on a long, lonesome day
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| And it was from her ship a sailing
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| Saying I don’t know when I will be back again
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| It depends on how I’m feeling
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| Well you my love if you must ask of it that way
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| Well I’m sure your mind is roamin'
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| And I’m sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country where you’re going
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| So take heed, take heed of the western winds
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| Take heed of the stormy weather
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| And yes there’s something you can send back to me Spanish boots of spanish leather |