Boots of Spanish Leather
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I
I’m leaving today on a promise back to you,
leaving my lonesome blues forever,
and nigh O God is the power and the glory
in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
II
Waiting for me breathes my own true love,
someone to see through my blether.
I will follow in your footsteps to your door
in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
III
I walk its paths of silent sorrow in a dream
or real, alas I know not whether.
The shuffle in my step is a long time coming
in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
IV
With lonely weary heart I’ve mused on she
and the mythology of us together.
If only to find I would walk the farthest mile
in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
V
I’m off, my love, 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
VI
How sweet it is, her shining red 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
VII
When my epitaph fades in the darkest night
and words unsaid are buried nether,
pray call out my name and promise bury me
in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
VIII
So, girl, feel my breath upon your cheek
in gentle winds and stormy weather.
Yes, there is something to remember me by -
my Spanish boots of Spanish leather!
Written: April 1997
My take on the Bob Dylan classic.
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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