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 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 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 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 to me