Patsy cline, sang like a sparrow To heal our fights As parliament smoke Would come alive Like an M16 held by a juvenile Just trying to get home Fly away Demons and heartache I send your way All of the time Heaven awaits Your kind as my kind Hides and prays Until that final curtain call I, beg your forgiveness And I, won't let you down I'll hold you close, hope for the best darling When those trumpets sound Can't you feel the winds are blowing? And the rivers overflowing? There's no denying I did you wrong I can't make it right, I can't make it right I, beg your forgiveness And I, won't let you down I'll hold you close, hope for the best darling When those trumpets sound Patsy cline, sang like a sparrow To heal our fights with parliament smoke