Bob Dylan

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,