The Storms Are on the Ocean - Nancy Blake

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 it's 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

The storms are on the ocean

The heavens may cease to be

This world may lose it's motion love

If I prove false to thee

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

The storms are on the ocean

The heavens may cease to be

This world may lose it's motion love

If I prove false to thee