The Storms Are On The Ocean

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

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The storms are on the ocean, the heavens may cease to be, 
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this world may lose its motion, love, if I prove false to thee. 

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    Oh, who will dress your pretty little feet, oh, who will glove your hand. 
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    Oh, who will kiss your rosy red cheek, when I'm in a far off land? 

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The storms are on the ocean, the heavens may cease to be, 
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this world may lose its motion, love, if I prove false to thee. 

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

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The storms are on the ocean, the heavens may cease to be, 
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this world may lose its motion, love, if I prove false to thee. 

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    Oh, have you seen those mournful doves, flying from pine to pine, 
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    a-mourning for their own true love just like I mourn for mine. 

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The storms are on the ocean, the heavens may cease to be, 
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this world may lose its motion, love, if I prove false to thee. 

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

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The storms are on the ocean, the heavens may cease to be, 
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this world may lose its motion, love, if I prove false to thee.