Smoke Rings

Where do they go, the smoke rings I blow each night What do they do Those circles of blue and white? Oh! why do they seem to pictures a dream above Then why do they fade my phantom parade of love? Where do they end, the smoke rings I send on high? Where are they hurled When they've kissed the world goodbye! Oh! I'd give my life to laugh at this strife below I'd be a king I'd follow each ring I blow Puff puff puff puff your cares away Puff puff puff night and day Blow blow them into air silky little rings Blow, blow them ev'ry where give your troubles wings What do they tell and what is the spell they cast Some of them fall and seem to recall the past But most of them rise away to the skies of blue Oh little smoke rings I love --- Smoke Rings - Sam Cooke