Richard Shindell - Storms are on the ocean

I'm ^Ggoing a ^Cway to ^Gleave you, love I'm going a ^Dway for a ^Gwhile But I'll re ^Cturn to ^Gyou sometime If I go ten ^Dthousand ^Gmiles

The ^Cstorms are on the ^Gocean And the ^Cheavens may ^Dcease to ^Gbe This ^Cworld may lose its ^Gmotion, ^Emlove If ^GI prove ^Dfalse to ^Gthee

Oh ^Gwho will ^Cdress your ^Gpretty little feet And who will ^Dglove your ^Ghands And who will ^Ckiss your ^Grosy cheek When I'm in a ^Dfaraway ^Gland

Oh ^GPoppa will ^Cdress my ^Gpretty little feet And Momma will ^Dglove my ^Ghand ^C And ^Gyou will ^Ckiss my ^Grosy cheek When you re ^Dturn a ^Ggain

Oh ^Ghave you ^Cseen those ^Gmournful doves Flying from ^Dpine to ^Gpine ^{C G}Mourning ^Cfor their ^Gown true love Just like I ^Dmourn for ^Gmine

The ^Cstorms are on the ^Gocean And the ^Cheavens may ^Dcease to ^Gbe This ^Cworld may lose its ^Gmotion, ^Emlove If ^GI prove ^Dfalse to ^Emthee ^C If ^GI prove ^Dfalse to ^Gthee ^{C G}