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Oh Im sailing away, my own true love
Im sailing away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea?
From the place where Ill be landing?
Theres nothing you can send me, my own true love
Theres nothing Im wishing to be owning
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Maybe 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
Id forsake them all for your sweet kiss
Thats all I wish to be owning
Oh, I might be gone a long ol time
And its only that Im asking
Is there something I can send you to remember me by?
To make your time more easy passing?
How can, how can you ask me again?
Well it only brings me sorrow
Oh, the same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow
Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from his ship a-sailing
Saying, I dont know when Ill be coming back again
It depends on how Im feeling
If you, my love, must think that away
Im sure your mind is a-roaming
Im sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country where youre going
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of stormy weather
And yes, there is something you can send back to me
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