Sam Cooke — Smoke Rings

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 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 Oh little smoke rings I love Please take me above Take me with you!