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I'm sailing away my own true love |
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I'm sailing away in the morning |
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Is their something i can send you from across the sea |
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From the place where i'll be landing |
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No there's nothing you can send me my own true love |
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There's nothing that i'm wishing to be owning |
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Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled |
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From across that lonesome ocean |
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Ah but i just thought you might like something fine |
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Made of silver or of golden |
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Either from the mountains of madrid |
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Or the coast of barcelona |
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And if i had the stars of the darkest night |
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Or a diamond from the deepest ocean |
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I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss |
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For that's all i'm wishing to be owning |
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Well i might be gone such a long, long time |
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And it's only that i'm asking |
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Is their something i can send you to remember me by |
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To make your time more, easy passing |
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Oh how can, oh how can you ask of me again |
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It only brings me sorrow |
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The same thing that i would want from you today |
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I would once, again tomorrow |
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Oh but i got a letter on a long, lonesome day |
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And it was from her ship a sailing |
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Saying i don't know when i will be back again |
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It depends on how i'm feeling |
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Well you my love if you must ask of it that way |
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Well i'm sure your mind is roamin' |
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And i'm sure your thoughts are not with me |
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But with the country where you're going |
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So take heed, take heed of the western winds |
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Take heed of the stormy weather |
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And yes there's something you can send back to me |
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Spanish boots of spanish leather |
