Garth Brooks – The Gift (Guitar)

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[Intro] D [Verse]
  D
A poor orphan girl named Maria

                          A7
Was walking to market one day
She stopped for to rest by the roadside
                                D
Where a bird with a broken wing lay
A few moments passed 'til she saw it
                                   A7
For its feathers were covered with sand
But soon clean and wrapped it was traveling
                               D
In the warmth of Maria's small hand
[Chorus]
    G            
She happily gave her last peso

     D            A7         D
On a cage made of rushes and twine

    G              
She fed it loose corn from the market

    D                             A7       
And watched it grow stronger with time
[Verse]
       D
Now the Christmas Eve service was coming

                                     A7
And the church shone with tinsel and light
And all of the townsfolk brought presents
                          D
To lay by the manger that night
There were diamonds and incense and perfumes
                      A7
In packages fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a small cage
                     D
Maria had nothing to bring
[Chorus]
    G           
She waited till just before mid-night

   D            A7         D
So no one would see her go in

     G
And, crying, she knelt by the manger

        D                    A7
For her gift was unworthy of him  (Key change to E)
[Verse]
       E
Then a voice spoke to her through the darkness,

                           B7
"Maria, what brings you to me?
If the bird in the cage is your offering,
                      E
Open the door, let me see."
Though she trembled, she did as he asked her
                             B7
And out of the cage the bird flew
Soaring up into the rafters
                                  E
On a wing that had healed good as new.
[Chorus]
     A
Just then the midnight bells rang out

        E           B7         E      
And the little bird started to sing

  A                     
A song that no words could recapture

      E                    B7
Whose beauty was fit for a king
[Verse]
E
Now Maria felt blessed just to listen

                                   B7
To that cascade of notes sweet and long
As her offering was lifted to heaven
                                     E
By the very first nightingale's song 
[Outro] | A | E B7 | E | | A | E | B7 |
| E    | E       | B7    | B7    | E
                              (Fade)