They asked me how I knew,
my true love was true, oh.
I of course replied,
something here inside
cannot be denied.
They said someday: You'll find
all who love are blind, oh.
When your heart's on fire,
you must realize,
smoke gets in your eyes.
So I chaffed
them and I gaily laughed,
to think they could doubt my love.
Yet today
my love has flown away.
I am without my love. (without my love)
Now laughing friends deride,
tears I can not hide, oh.
So I smile and say,
when a lovely flame dies:
Smoke gets in your eyes.
