Where do they go
Smoke rings I blow each night?
Oh, where do they go
Those circles of blue and white?

I wonder
Why do they seem
To picture a dream above, above, above, above, above
Then why do they fade
My phantom parade of love

Puff, puff, puff
Oh you can puff your cares away, hmm-mmm
Puff, puff, puff, night and day
Blow, blow them into air
Silky little rings
Oh little smoke rings I love
Please take me above, with you

One more little thing I want to know is

Where do they end?
The smoke rings I send on a high
Oh where are they hurled
When they´ve kissed the world goodbye

Let me tell you that
I´d give my life, to laugh at the strife below, below, below, down here below
Oh, for I´d be a king
I´d follow each ring I blow

No so little smoke rings I love
Please take me above with you