Smoke Rings - The Andrews Sisters

Where do they go Those 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 love

And 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 in the 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!