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
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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
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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
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Spanish boots of spanish leather
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Boots Of Spanish Leather
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| Dan McCaferty |
