| I’m goin' away to leave you, love |
| I’m goin' 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’ll shoe your pretty little feet |
| And who’ll glove your hand |
| And who’ll kiss your rosy cheeks |
| When I’m in a 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 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 |