I'm going away for a 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
The heavens may cease to be
This world may lose it's motion love
Should I prove false to thee
Oh who will dress your pretty little feet
Oh who will glove your hand
Oh who will kiss your rosy red cheeks
When I'm in a foreign land
The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
This world may lose its motion love
Should I prove false to thee
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
The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
This world may lose its motion love
Should I prove false to thee
Oh Have you seen those mournful doves
Flying from pine to pine
A-mournin' for their own true love
Just like I mourn for mine
The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
This world may lose its motion love
Should I prove false to thee
I'll never go back on the ocean, love
I'll never go back on the sea
I'll never go back from the blue, eyed boy
To he goes back on me
Oh The storms are on the ocean
And the heavens may cease to be
This world may lose it's motion love
Should I prove false to thee
Should I prove false to thee
Writer(s): Dp, Carl Jackson
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