I'm going away, my own true love, I'm going away for awhile, But I'll come back to you someday If I go ten thousand miles. Chorus The storms are on the ocean The heavens may cease to be, This world may loose it motion, love, Ere I prove false to thee. Now who's gonna shoe your pretty little foot, Tell me who's gonna glove your hand, And who's gonna kiss your red ruby lips When I'm in a far off land? Well your papa's gonna shoe your pretty little foot And your mama's gonna glove your hand, And I'm gonna kiss your red ruby lips When I come home again. Now don't you see that lonesome turtle dove, He's flying from pine to pine, He's mourning for his own true love Just like I mourn for mine.