Letra de Boots Of Spanish Leather

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love I'm sailin' 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 nothin' you can send me My own true love There's nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin'. 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.