Where do they go
The smoke rings I blow each night?
Oh, what do they do
Those circles of blue and white?
Why do they seem
To picture a dream above, then?
Why do they fade that phantom parade of love?
Puff, puff, puff
Puff your cares away
Puff, puff, puff
Night and day
Blow, blow them into air
Silky little rings
Blow, blow them everywhere
Give your troubles wings
Oh, little smoke rings I love
Please take me above
Take me with you
