Where do they go, the smoke rings I blow each nightnWhat do they donThose circles of blue and white?nOh! why do they seem to pictures a dream abovenThen why do they fade my phantom parade of love?n nWhere do they end, the smoke rings I send on high?nWhere are they hurled nWhen they've kissed the world goodbye!nOh! I'd give my life to laugh at this strife belownI'd be a king I'd follow each ring I blown nPuff puff puff puff your cares awaynPuff puff puff night and daynBlow blow them into air silky little ringsnBlow, blow them ev'ry where give your troubles wingsnWhat do they tell and what is the spell they castnSome of them fall and seem to recall the pastnBut most of them rise away to the skies of bluenOh little smoke rings I love