[Intro]
G  C/G  G  C/G
[Strophe]
       Em               C        G 
Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love 
    Em      D/F#        G 
I'm sailin' away in the morning 
         Em                             C         G 
is there something I can send you from across the sea 
        Em          D/F#    G 
From the place that I'll be landing?
[Strophe]
           Em                           C        G 
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love 
        Em      D/F#         G 
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin' 
     Em                     C      G 
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled 
      Em          D/F#    G 
From across that lonesome ocean.
[Strophe]
         Em                      C        G 
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine 
      Em       D/F#    G 
Made of silver or of golden 
       Em            C           G 
Either from the mountains of Madrid 
        Em          D/F#    G 
Or from the coast of Barcelona?
[Strophe]
          Em                        C        G 
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night 
        Em                 D/F#    G 
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean 
    Em                    C         G 
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss 
           Em        D/F#        G 
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
[Strophe]
       Em               C      G 
That I might be gone a long time 
     Em        D/F#    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/F#   G 
To make your time more easy passin'?
[Strophe]
        Em               C      G 
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again 
    Em     D/F#    G 
It only brings me sorrow 
        Em                 C     G 
But the same thing I would want today 
       Em     D/F#    G 
I would want again tomorrow.
[Strophe]
       Em                C        G 
When I got a letter on a lonesome day 
       Em       D/F#    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/F#    G 
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
[Strophe]
         Em                  C         G 
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way 
      Em      D/F#    G 
I'm sure your mind is roamin' 
       Em                   C       G 
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me 
           Em            D/F#       G 
But with the country to where you're goin'.
[Strophe]
         Em                    C        G 
So take heed, take heed of the western wind 
       Em       D/F#    G 
Take heed of the stormy weather 
     Em                             C        G 
And yes, there's something you can send back to me 
         Em       D/F#    G 
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.