The Gift

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

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She happily gave her last peso
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On a cage made of rushes and twine
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She fed it loose corn from the market
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And watched it grow stronger with time

       D
Now the Christmas Eve service was coming
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And the church shone with tinsel and light
And all of the townsfolk brought presents
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To lay by the manger that night
There were diamonds and incense and perfumes
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In packages fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a small cage
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Maria had nothing to bring

    G
She waited till just before mid-night
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So no one would see her go in
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And, crying, she knelt by the manger
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For her gift was unworthy of him  (Key change to E)

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

     A
Just then the midnight bells rang out
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And the little bird started to sing
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A song that no words could recapture
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Whose beauty was fit for a king

E
Now Maria felt blessed just to listen
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To that cascade of notes sweet and long
As her offering was lifted to heaven
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By the very first nightingale's song

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