Stuart-D. Dalton-L. Dalton
See the smoke that weaves its own disguise
Blue grey circles fill the air
And as it fades away
Then you will find it leaves behind
No trace except a tear
Grey eyed lady, treat him tenderly
Better love him while you may
The day will surely come
When you will find that love is blind
And he'll be on his way
Who can tell what time may bring?
We can only guess
Men don't leave you anything
And women leave you less