"The Gift" as written by and Thomas Delonge....
A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking the market one day
She stopped for to rest by the road side
Where a bird with a broken wing laid
A few moments passed till she saw it
For it's feathers were covered with sand
And soon clean and rapped it was traveling

In the warmth of Maria's small hand
She happily gave her last paso
Of a cage made of freshes and twine
She fed it loose corn from the market
Watched it grow stronger with time
Now the gift giving service was coming
And the chruch arm with tinsel and light
An' all of the town folk brought presents

To lay by the manger that night
There were diamonds, incents and perfumes
And packages fit for a king
But for one raged bird in his small cage
Maria had nothing to bring
She waited till just before midnight
So no one would see her go in
And crying she knelt be the manger

For her gift was unworthy of him
Then a voice spoke to her through the darkness
Maria what brings you to me
If the bird in the cage is your offering
Open the door let me see
So she trembled she did as he asked her
An' out of the cage the bird flew
Soaring up into the rafters

On a wing that would feel good just new
An' just as the midnight bells rang out
And the little bird started to sing
A song that no words could recapture
For its beauty was fit for a king
Now Maria felt blessed just to listen
To the cascade a note sweet and long
As her offering was lifted to heaven
By the very first night in Gales song


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"The Gift" as written by Thomas Delonge

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    General CommentThese are the correct lyrics:

    A poor orphan girl named Maria
    Was walking to market one day
    She stopped for to rest by the roadside
    Where a bird with a broken wing lay
    A few moments passed till she saw it
    For its feathers were covered with sand
    And soon clean and wrapped it was traveling
    In the warmth of Maria's small hand

    She happily gave her last peso
    On a cage made of rushes and twine
    She fed it loose corn from the market
    And watched it grow stronger with time
    Now the gift-giving service was coming
    And the church shone with tinsel and light
    And all of the town-folk brought presents
    To lay by the manger that night

    There were diamonds and incense and perfumes
    And packages fit for a king
    But for one ragged bird in a small cage
    Maria had nothing to bring
    She waited till just before midnight
    So no one would see her go in
    And crying she knelt by the manger
    For her gift was unworthy of Him

    Then a voice spoke to her through the darkness
    "Maria, what brings you to Me?
    If the bird in the cage is your offering
    Open the door let me see."
    So she trembled, she did as He asked her
    And out of the cage the bird flew
    Soaring up into the rafters
    On a wing that had healed good as new

    And just then the midnight bells rang out
    And the little bird started to sing
    A song that no words could recapture
    For its beauty was fit for a King
    Now Maria felt blessed just to listen
    To the cascade of notes, sweet and long
    As her offering was lifted to Heaven
    By the very first nightingale's song
    onthealbumon September 23, 2009   Link

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