I'm going away to 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
If I prove false to thee

Oh who will dress your pretty little feet
Who will glove your hand
Who will kiss your rosy red cheeks
When I'm in the far off 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

Oh have you seen those mournful doves
Flying from pine to pine
They're mourning for their own true loves
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
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 it's motion, love
If I prove false to thee