Well I'm sailin away my own true love.
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I'm sailin' away in the mornin'
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Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
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From the place where I'll be landin'?
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No, there's nothing you can bring me my own true love.
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There's nothing I wish to be ownin'.
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Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
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from across that lonesome ocean.
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Well I just though you might want 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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If I had the stars from the darkest night
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and the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
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I'd foresake them all for your sweet kiss,
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for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
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That I might be gone a long old time,
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and it's only that I'm askin'.
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Is there something I can give you to remember me by,
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To make your time more easy passin'?
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Oh how can, how can you ask me again?
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It only brings me sorrow.
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For the same thing that I want from you today
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I would want again tomorrow.
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Well I got a letter on a lonesome day.
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It was from her ship a'sailin'.
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Sayin' "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again.
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It depends on how I'm feelin'."
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Well if you my love must think that a'way
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I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'.
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I'm sure your heart is not with me
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but with the country where you're goin'.
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So take heed, take heed of the Western wind.
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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;
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SPANISH BOOTS OF SPANISH LEATHER.
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The Walls of Redwind
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| Joan Baez |
