A poor orphan girl named Maria   Was walking to market one day   She stopped for to rest by the road side   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 chruch shone with tinsel and light   And all of the town folk brought presents   To lay by the manger that night      There were diamonds, 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      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 that cascade of notes sweet and long   As her offering was lifted to heaven   By the very first nightingale's song