Bob Dylan - Boots Of Spanish Leather скачать mp3

Oh, 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 that I'll be landing? No, there's nothing you can send me my own true love. There's nothing I'm a-wishin' to be ownin'. Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled from across that lonesome ocean. Ah, but 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. But 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' But I might be gone a long old time, and it's only that I'm askin'. Is there something I can send 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. The same thing I would want today I would want again tomorrow. Oh 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 a-feelin'." If you my love must think that a'way I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'. I'm sure your thoughts are not with me but with the country to where you're goin'. So take heed, take heed of the Western winds. Take heed of the stormy weather. And yes, there's something you can send back to me: Spanish Boots of Spanish Leather.