The Storms Are On The Ocean

I'm going away to leave you, love
 I'm going away for a while
 But I'll return to you sometime
 If I go ten thousand miles
 The storms are on the ocean
 And the heavens may cease to be
 This world may lose its motion, love
 If I prove false to thee
 Oh who will dress your pretty little feet
 And who will glove your hands
 And who will kiss your rosy cheek
 When I'm in a faraway land
 The storms are on the ocean
 And the heavens may cease to be
 This world may lose its motion, love
 If I prove false to thee
 Oh Poppa will dress my pretty little feet
 And Momma will glove my hand
 And you will kiss my rosy cheek
 When you return again
 The storms are on the ocean
 And the heavens may cease to be
 This world may lose its motion, love
 If I prove false to thee
 Oh have you seen those mournful doves
 Flying from pine to pine
 Mourning for their own true love
 Just like I mourn for mine
 The storms are on the ocean
 And the heavens may cease to be
 This world may lose its motion, love
 If I prove false to thee
 If I prove false to thee