Buddy Miller vocals/guitar/drums Julie Miller vocals Phil Madeira organ Tammy Rogers viola Tim Hoke tin whistle I will rise from my bed With a question again As I work to inherit The restless wind The view from my window Is cold and obscene I want to touch What my eyes haven't seen But they have packaged our virtue In cellulose dreams And sold us the remnants Til our pockets are clean Til our hopes fall 'round our feet Like the dust of dead leaves And we end up lookin' Like what we believe We are soot-covered urchins Running wild and unshod We will always be remembered As the orphans of God Like bees in a bottle We are flying at fate Beating our wings Against the walls of this place Unaware that the struggle Is the blood of the proof In choosing to believe The unbelievable truth But they have captured our siblings They rendered them mute Disputed our lineage And poisoned our roots We have bought from the brokers Who have broken their oaths And we're out on the streets With a lump in our throats We are soot-covered urchins Running wild and unshod We will always be remembered As the orphans of God They will dig up these ruins And make flutes of our bones And blow a hymn to the memory Of the orphans of God >From Strong Hands Of Love A Tribute To Mark Heard Word Records 1994 ? 1992 SATELLITE SKY