Night time finds me always alone in the moonlight
Out in a garden wondering idly there
My cigarette is a magic carpet each spring night
Each cloud of smoke seems to hold a vision of her
My cigarette lady
I'm hoping that maybe
Someday you'll come dear and come just to stay
Not like my smoke dreams that soon fade away
But my dreams will come true, dear
And I hope and pray
Sweet cigarette lady
Smoke dreams will have their way
But my dreams will come true, dear
And I hope and pray
Sweet cigarette lady
Smoke dreams will have their way