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Spanish Boots of Spanish Leather
Alas, soon it will be morns of frost and icy chill with its lonesome blues forever; but nigh O God is the power and the glory in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather Somewhere out there breathes my own true love - someone to see through my blether; for among the prickly thorns blooms the rose in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather I've drank from the poison cup of silent sorrow and bliss but knew not whether! The shuffle in my step is a long time coming in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather With acute sense unspoken I've mused on thee buoyed by this portent together; if only to find I would walk the farthest mile in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather I'm off, my beloved, where the four winds blow to journey among birds of a feather; and girl, wherever I go I know I'll get there in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather How sweet it is - your shining moist lips on mine, whose heart with mine does tether! Come to me, my lovely, before it's too late, in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather O when my epitaph fades into the darkest night and words unsaid are buried nether... hark, call out my name and promise bury me in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather "So take heed, take heed, of the western wind, take heed of the stormy weather". Yes, there is something to remember me by - my Spanish boots of Spanish leather With apologies to Bob Dylan. ------------------ The first two lines in the last verse with quotation marks are from the original song lyric. April 1997
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