THE STORMS ARE ON THE OCEAN

I'm going away to leave you, love
I'm going away for awhile.
But I'll return to you some time
If I go ten thousand miles.

    The storms are on the ocean
    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
Oh, who will glove your hand
Oh, who will kiss your rosy red cheek
When I'm in a far off land?

Oh, Poppa will dress my pretty little feet
And Momma will glove my hand
You can kiss my rosy red cheeks
When you return again.

Oh, have you seen those mournful doves
Flying from pine to pine.
A-mourning for their own true love
Just like I mourn for mine.

((I'll never go back on the ocean, love
I'll never go back on the sea
I'll never go back from the blue-eyed girl
Till she goes back on me.))

Recorded 8/1/27 Bristol, Tn
                 5/9/35 New York, NY