Parliament Smoke

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, darlin'

When those trumpets sound

Can't you feel the winds a-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, darlin'

When those trumpets sound

Patsy Cline

Sang like a sparrow

To heal our fights with parliament smoke