A poor orphan girl named Maria
was walking to market one day
she stopped for a rest by the roadside
where a bird with a broken wing lay
a few moments passed till she saw it
for it's feathers were covered with sand
but soon clean and wrapped it was travelling
in the warmth of Maria's small hand
She happily gave her last peso
on a cage made of rushes an twine
she fed it loose corn from the market
and watched it grow stronger with time
Now the Christmas Eve service was coming
and the church shone with tinsel and light
Maria, what brings you to me
if the bird in the cage is your offering
open the door, let me see
though 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
Just then the midnight bells rang out
and the little bird started to sing
a song that no words could recapture
whose beauty was fit for a king
Now Maria felt blessed just to listen
to that cascade of notes sweet and long
as her offering was lifted to heaven
by the very first nightingale's song.
was walking to market one day
she stopped for a rest by the roadside
where a bird with a broken wing lay
a few moments passed till she saw it
for it's feathers were covered with sand
but soon clean and wrapped it was travelling
in the warmth of Maria's small hand
She happily gave her last peso
on a cage made of rushes an twine
she fed it loose corn from the market
and watched it grow stronger with time
Now the Christmas Eve service was coming
and the church shone with tinsel and light
Maria, what brings you to me
if the bird in the cage is your offering
open the door, let me see
though 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
Just then the midnight bells rang out
and the little bird started to sing
a song that no words could recapture
whose beauty was fit for a king
Now Maria felt blessed just to listen
to that cascade of notes sweet and long
as her offering was lifted to heaven
by the very first nightingale's song.
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