| 歌曲 | Boots of Spanish Leather |
| 歌手 | Bob Dylan |
| 专辑 | Live at Carnegie Hall 1963 |
| 作词 : Dylan | |
| Artist：bob dylan | |
| Songs Title：boots of spanish leather | |
| Oh, Im sailin away my own true love, | |
| Im sailin away in the morning. | |
| Is there something I can send you from across the sea, | |
| From the place that Ill be landing? | |
| No, theres nothin you can send me, my own true love, | |
| Theres nothin I wish 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. | |
| Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night | |
| And the diamonds from the deepest ocean, | |
| Id forsake them all for your sweet kiss, | |
| For thats all Im wishin to be ownin. | |
| That I might be gone a long time | |
| And its only that Im 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 want from you today, | |
| I would want again tomorrow. | |
| I got a letter on a lonesome day, | |
| It was from her ship a-sailin, | |
| Saying I dont know when Ill be comin back again, | |
| It depends on how Im a-feelin. | |
| Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way, | |
| Im sure your mind is roamin. | |
| Im sure your heart is not with me, | |
| But with the country to where youre goin. | |
| So take heed, take heed of the western wind, | |
| Take heed of the stormy weather. | |
| And yes, theres something you can send back to me, | |
| Spanish boots of spanish leather. |
| zuò cí : Dylan | |
| Artist: bob dylan | |
| Songs Title: boots of spanish leather | |
| Oh, Im sailin away my own true love, | |
| Im sailin away in the morning. | |
| Is there something I can send you from across the sea, | |
| From the place that Ill be landing? | |
| No, theres nothin you can send me, my own true love, | |
| Theres nothin I wish 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. | |
| Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night | |
| And the diamonds from the deepest ocean, | |
| Id forsake them all for your sweet kiss, | |
| For thats all Im wishin to be ownin. | |
| That I might be gone a long time | |
| And its only that Im 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 want from you today, | |
| I would want again tomorrow. | |
| I got a letter on a lonesome day, | |
| It was from her ship asailin, | |
| Saying I dont know when Ill be comin back again, | |
| It depends on how Im afeelin. | |
| Well, if you, my love, must think thataway, | |
| Im sure your mind is roamin. | |
| Im sure your heart is not with me, | |
| But with the country to where youre goin. | |
| So take heed, take heed of the western wind, | |
| Take heed of the stormy weather. | |
| And yes, theres something you can send back to me, | |
| Spanish boots of spanish leather. |