Storms Are on the Ocean

I'm a going way to leave you, love

I'm going away for awhile

But I'll return to you sometimes

If I go 10, 000 miles

The storms are on the ocean

The heavens may cease to be

The 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 hand

Oh who will kiss your rosy red cheeks

When I'm in a far off land

The storms are on the ocean

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

A mourning for their own true love

Just like I mourn for mine

Oh, Papa will dress my pretty little feet

And Mama will glove my hand

And you can kiss my rosy red cheeks

When you return again

Oh, 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