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