Compact disc in sleeve with original artwork by Initials B.R.
Also includes immediate download of 12-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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lyrics
Oh, I'm sailing away, my own true love.
I'm sailing away in the morning.
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 wish to be owning.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine,
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishing to be owning.
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm asking.
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passing?
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.
I got a letter on a lonesome day.
It was from her ship a-sailing,
Saying “I don't know when I'll be coming back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feeling.”
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I'm sure your mind is roaming.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're going.
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.