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The Gift Lyrics
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 Nightgale’s song
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
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
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
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
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 Nightgale’s song
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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