Where do they go, the smoke rings I blow each night
What do they do
Those circles of blue and white?
Oh! why do they seem to pictures a dream above
Then why do they fade my phantom parade of love?
Puff puff puff puff your cares away
Blow blow them into air silky little rings
Blow, blow them ev'ry where give your troubles wings
Oh little smoke rings I love
Please take me above
Take me with you.