Boots of Spanish Leather - Ciaran Tourish & Kevin Doherty

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 where I'll be landing? No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love Is nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin' Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Ah, 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 But 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 For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin' That I might be gone a long old time And it's only this 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 will want again tomorrow Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship a-sailin' Saying "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 And i'm sure your mind is a-roamin' And i'm sure your heart is 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

Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love I'm a-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 to carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Ah, 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 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' That 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 will want again tomorrow Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship a-sailin' Saying "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again It depends on how I'm a-feelin'" If you, my love, must think that-a-way I'm sure your mind is a-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

So walked into the haze In a million dirty waves Now I see you laying back Like a loosing air, air Black clouds in the sand Still there someone I cannot bear And I wipe the sun from my eye Spanish sahara the place that you wanna Leave the horror here Forget the horror here Forget the horror here Leave it all down here It's future rust and it's future dust Now the waves they track you down Carry you to broken grounds Though I find you the sun Wipe the clean with dirty hands So got down this spoiling space 'Cause spanish sahara the place that you wanna I'm the fury in your head I'm the fury in your back I'm the ghost in the back of your head 'Cause I am