The Storms Are On the Ocean C

I'm going away to leave you, love
I'm going away for a while
But I'll return to you some time
If I go 10,000 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
Oh, who will glove your hand
Who will kiss your rosy red cheeks
When I'm in the far off land

Oh, papa will dress my pretty little feet
And mama will glove my hand
You can kiss my rosy red cheeks
When you return again
Oh, have you seen those lonesome doves
Flying from pine to pine
A-mourning for their own true loves
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 the blue-eyed girl
Till she goes back on me