Uploaded June 2011 | Updated September 2026, 10 hours ago

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I'm going away to leave you love,
I'm a-going away for awhile
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 its motion
love, if 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 the foreign 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, 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, if I prove false to thee

Oh, have you seen those mournful
doves, flying from pine to pine
A-mourning for their own true loves,
just like I mourned for mine

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

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
'til she goes back on me

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