(originally by Bob Dylan) Capo: 4th fret [Intro] Em Em C G Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true love Em D G I’m sailin’ away in the morning Em C G Is there something I can send you from across the sea Em D G From the place that I’ll be landing? Em C G No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love Em D G There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’ Em C G Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled Em D G From across that lonesome ocean Em C G Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Em D G Made of silver or of golden Em C G Either from the mountains of Madrid Em D G Or from the coast of Barcelona Em C G Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night Em D G And the diamonds from the deepest ocean Em C G I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss Em D G For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’ Em C G That I might be gone a long time Em D G And it’s only that I’m askin’ Em C G Is there something I can send you to remember me by Em D G To make your time more easy passin’ Em C G Oh, how can, how can you ask me again Em D G It only brings me sorrow Em C G The same thing I want from you today Em D G I would want again tomorrow Em C G I got a letter on a lonesome day Em D G It was from her ship a-sailin’ Em C G Saying I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again Em D G It depends on how I’m a-feelin’ Em C G Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way Em D G I’m sure your mind is roamin’ Em C G I’m sure your heart is not with me Em D G But with the country to where you’re goin’ Em C G So take heed, take heed of the western wind Em D G Take heed of the stormy weather Em C G And yes, there’s something you can send back to me Em D G Spanish boots of Spanish leather
(originally by Bob Dylan)
Oh, I'm sailing away my own true love
I'm sailing away in the morning
Is there something I can sing you from across the sea?
From the place where I'll be landing
No, there's nothing you can send me, my own true love
There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning
Just to carry your sail back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
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
And if I had the stars of the darkest night
Or the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
Oh, that's all I'm wishing to be owning
And I might be gone a long, long time
And it's only this 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 this?
What only brings me sorrow
The same thing would I want 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 feeling
Well if you, my love, must think that way
And I'm sure your mind is roaming
And I'm sure your heart is not with me
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
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