текст песни Boots of Spanish Leather (Live)

Sailing away, my own true love

Sailing away in the morning

Is there something I can bring you from across the sea

From the place where I'll be landing?

No, there's nothing you can bring me, my own true love

For there's nothing I'm wishing to be owning

Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

But I just thought that you might want something fine

Made of silver or of golden

Either from the mountains of Madrid

Or from the coast of Barcelona

And if I had the stars of a darkest night

Or diamonds from the deepest ocean

I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss

For that's all I'm wishing to be owning

But I might be gone some long, long time

And it's only something I'm asking

Is there something I can bring you to remember me by

To make your time more easy passing?

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?

For you know it only brings me sorrow

The same things that I would want today

I'd want again tomorrow

But I got a letter on a lonesome day

And it was from her ship a-sailing

Saying I don't know when I'll be coming back again

Well, it depends on how I'm feeling

If you, my love, can think this way

Than I'm sure your thoughts are roaming

I'm sure your thoughts, they're not with me

But with the country where you're going

And so take heed, take heed of the western wind

Take heed of the stormy weather

And yes, there is something that you can bring back to me

Spanish boots of Spanish leather

Nic Jones: Топ 3

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