Smoke Rings

Where do they go The smoke rings I blow each night? Oh, what do they do Those circles of blue and white Oh, why do they seem To picture a dream above, above? 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 into air Give your troubles away Oh, little smoke rings I love Please take me above, take me with you