Verse
I'm going a way to leave you, love
I'm going a way for a while
But I'll re turn to you sometime
If I go ten thousand miles
Chorus
The storms are on the ocean
And 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
And who will glove your hands
And who will kiss your rosy cheek
When I'm in a faraway land
Chorus
Oh Poppa will dress my pretty little feet
And Momma will glove my hand
And you will kiss my rosy cheek
When you re turn a gain
Chorus
Oh have you seen those mournful doves
Flying from pine to pine
Mourning for their own true love
Just like I mourn for mine
The storms are on the ocean
And the heavens may cease to be
This world may lose its motion, love
If I prove false to thee
If I prove false to thee