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 of
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