Oh I'm sailin' away, my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the mornin'
is there somethin' I can send you
from across the sea
from the place that I'll be landin'
No there's nothin' you can send me
my own true love
there's nothin I'm wishin to be ownin'
just to carry yourself back to me unspoiled
from across that lonesome ocean
Ah, but i just thought you might want somethin' fine
made of silver or of golden
either from the mountains of Madrid
or from the coasts of Barcelona
But if I had the stars of 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 wishin' to be ownin'
Well 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
I got a letter on a lonesome day
it was from her ship, it was sailin'
sayin' I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
it depends on how I'm feelin'
If you, my love, must think that way
I'm sure your mind is 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
Bob Dylan
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Express, not Repress
Sandra Dolores
poetry page: www.myspace.com/sandraunfiltered
This is a song called "Chained" from a show at Old Ironsides in Sacramento 4/22/09. More of the same on Youtube. Search me! Sandra Dolores Swanfeldt :)
