Heaven Cline. (SPOKEN) love her heart And she treated everyone just like a neighbor In part She sacrificed a lot to sing in heaven husband, two little children, left be-{G} hind And we know that they miss you, just awful Cline. CHORUS (SUNG) Heaven mine Heaven Cline. There's a lost of pretty girls in country music And everyone of them, they sing so fine But one stands out all by her lonesome 'Cause no one can sing like Patsy Cline Ask anyone who lives out in the country Or the big city folks that you meet "Who sang that pretty song, I FALL TO PIECES?" I'll bet everyone of them will proudly speak. CHORUS TAG: We miss you darlin', sing it pretty, Patsy Cline.