| I’m goin' away to leave you, love
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| I’m goin' away for a while
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| But I’ll return to you sometime
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| If I go ten thousand miles
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| The storms are on the ocean
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| The heavens may cease to be
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| This world may lose it’s motion love
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| If I prove false to thee
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| Oh, who’ll shoe your pretty little feet
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| And who’ll glove your hand
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| And who’ll kiss your rosy cheeks
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| When I’m in a far off land
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| The storms are on the ocean
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| The heavens may cease to be
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| This world may lose it’s motion love
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| If I prove false to thee
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| Oh, have you seen those mournful doves
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| Flying from pine to pine
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| They’re mourning for their own true love
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| Just like I mourn for mine
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| The storms are on the ocean
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| The heavens may cease to be
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| This world may lose it’s motion love
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| If I prove false to thee |