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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 'til she saw it
for its feathers were covered with sand.
And soon cleaned and wrapped it was traveling
in the warmth of Maria's small hand.

She happily gave her last Peso
On a cage made of brushes and twine.
She fed him loose corn from the market
and watched him grow stronger with time.

Now the gift-giving service was calling
and the church hung with tinsel and light,
and all of the townfolk brought presents
to lay by the manger that night.

There were diamonds, insense and perfume.
and packages fit for a King.
But for one ragged bird in a small cage,
Maria had nothing to bring.

She waited 'til 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 would feel 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 it's beauty was fit for a king.

No Maria felt blessed as to listen
to the cascade of notes, sweet and long,
as her offering was lifted to heaven,
by the very first Nightingale's song.

Description
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 'til she saw it
for its feathers were covered with sand.
And soon cleaned and wrapped it was traveling
in the warmth of Maria's small hand.

She happily gave her last Peso
On a cage made of brushes and twine.
She fed him loose corn from the market
and watched him grow stronger with time.

Now the gift-giving service was calling
and the church hung with tinsel and light,
and all of the townfolk brought presents
to lay by the manger that night.

There were diamonds, insense and perfume.
and packages fit for a King.
But for one ragged bird in a small cage,
Maria had nothing to bring.

She waited 'til 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 would feel 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 it's beauty was fit for a king.

No Maria felt blessed as to listen
to the cascade of notes, sweet and long,
as her offering was lifted to heaven,
by the very first Nightingale's song.