Tác giả : Garth Brooks
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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 and 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 
And all of the townfolks brought presents 
To lay by the manger that night 
There were diamonds and incense 
And perfumes 
In 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 and 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 offerings was lifted to heaven 
By the very first nightingale's song