The Storms Are On The Ocean

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I’m going away to leave you love
I’m going away for a while
But I’ll return to see you sometime
If I go ten thousand miles

   The storms are on the ocean
   The heavens may cease to be
   This world may lose it’s motion love
   If I prove false to thee

Oh who will dress your pretty little feet
And who will glove your hand
Oh who will kiss your rosy red cheeks
When I’m in a foreign land

Papa will dress my pretty little feet
And Mama will glove my hand
You may kiss my rosy red cheeks
When you return again

Have you seen those mournful doves
Flying from pine to pine
A-mournin’ for their own true love
Just like I mourn for mine

I’ll never go back on the ocean love
I’ll never go back on the sea
I’ll never go back on my blue-eyed girl
‘Til she goes back on me