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
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 return again
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
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Richard Shindell - Storms Are on the Ocean Lyrics
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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
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 return again
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
I'm going away for a while
But I'll return 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 return again
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