| Song | The Walls Of Redwing |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Any Day Now |
| 作词 : Dylan | |
| Well I'm sailin away my own true love. | |
| I'm sailin' away in the mornin' | |
| Is there something I can send you from across the sea, | |
| From the place where I'll be landin'? | |
| No, there's nothing you can bring me my own true love. | |
| There's nothing I wish to be ownin'. | |
| Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled | |
| from across that lonesome ocean. | |
| Well I just though you might want something fine | |
| made of silver or of golden | |
| either from the mountains of Madrid | |
| or the coast of Barcelona. | |
| If I had the stars from the darkest night | |
| and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, | |
| I'd foresake them all for your sweet kiss, | |
| for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin' | |
| That I might be gone a long old time, | |
| and it's only that I'm askin'. | |
| Is there something I can give 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. | |
| For the same thing that I want from you today | |
| I would want again tomorrow. | |
| Well I got a letter on a lonesome day. | |
| It was from her ship a'sailin'. | |
| Sayin' "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again. | |
| It depends on how I'm feelin'." | |
| Well if you my love must think that a'way | |
| I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'. | |
| I'm sure your heart is not with me | |
| but with the country where you're goin'. | |
| So take heed, take heed of the Western wind. | |
| Take heed of the stormy weather. | |
| And yes, there's something you can send back to me; | |
| SPANISH BOOTS OF SPANISH LEATHER. |
| zuò cí : Dylan | |
| Well I' m sailin away my own true love. | |
| I' m sailin' away in the mornin' | |
| Is there something I can send you from across the sea, | |
| From the place where I' ll be landin'? | |
| No, there' s nothing you can bring me my own true love. | |
| There' s nothing I wish to be ownin'. | |
| Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled | |
| from across that lonesome ocean. | |
| Well I just though you might want something fine | |
| made of silver or of golden | |
| either from the mountains of Madrid | |
| or the coast of Barcelona. | |
| If I had the stars from the darkest night | |
| and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, | |
| I' d foresake them all for your sweet kiss, | |
| for that' s all I' m wishin' to be ownin' | |
| That I might be gone a long old time, | |
| and it' s only that I' m askin'. | |
| Is there something I can give 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. | |
| For the same thing that I want from you today | |
| I would want again tomorrow. | |
| Well I got a letter on a lonesome day. | |
| It was from her ship a' sailin'. | |
| Sayin' " I don' t know when I' ll be comin' back again. | |
| It depends on how I' m feelin'." | |
| Well if you my love must think that a' way | |
| I' m sure your mind is a' roamin'. | |
| I' m sure your heart is not with me | |
| but with the country where you' re goin'. | |
| So take heed, take heed of the Western wind. | |
| Take heed of the stormy weather. | |
| And yes, there' s something you can send back to me | |
| SPANISH BOOTS OF SPANISH LEATHER. |