Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?
Joel: Enjoy it.

She:
Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you, from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing?

He:
No, there's nothing you can send me my own true love
There's nothing I'm wishin' to be ownin'
Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean.

She:
Ah, but I just thought, you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcelone

He:
Oh but if I had the stars of the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all, for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'

She:
But I might be gone a long old time,
And it's only that I'm askin'
Is there something I can send you, to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'?

He:
Oh how can, how can, you ask me again?
You know it only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow.

Oh I got a letter on a lonesome day.
It was from her ship, its sailin'
Sayin' "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again.
It depends on how I'm feelin'"

If you, my love, must think that a'way
I'm sure your mind, it is roaming
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you're going

So take heed, take heed, of the western winds
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of,
Spanish leather