The Storms Are on the Ocean
Written by A. P. Carter




I’m going away for to leave you love,
I’m going 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’s gonna shoe your pretty little feet,
Who’s gonna glove your little hand,
Who’s gonna kiss your ruby red lips,
When I’m in a foreign land.


Oh see that lonesome turtledove,
As he flies from pine to pine,
He’s a mourning for his own true love,
Just the way I mourn for mine.

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