Chords for Joey + Rory "The Gift"
Tempo:
142.95 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
B
G#m
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
[C#] [D#m]
[F#]
[B] [C#]
[G#m] [F#] A poor orphan [D#m] girl [C#] named Maria
[F#] was walking to market [C#] one day.
She stopped for a rest by the roadside where
a bird with a [F#] broken wing lay.
[A#m] [B] [F#] A few moments passed till [C#] she saw it,
[F#] for its feathers were covered [C#] with sand.
It soon cleaned and wrapped it was traveling
[G#m] [C#] in the warmth of Maria's [F#] small hand.
[B] She happily spent her last peso [F#] on a cage [C#] made of rushes [F#] and twine.
[B] She fed it loose corn from the market and [F#] watched
it grow stronger [C#] with time.
Now [F#] the Christmas Eve service was coming
and the church shone with tinsel [C#] and light.
And all of the town folk brought presents
to lay by the [F#] manger that night.
[G#m] [F#] There were diamonds [B] and incense [A#m] and [D#m] perfumes
[F#] and packages fit [C#] for a kid.
But for one ragged bird in a small cage,
Maria had [F#] nothing to bring.
[B] She waited till just before midnight
[F#] so no [C#] one would see her [F#] go in.
[B] Crying, she knelt by the manger for [F#] her gift was unworthy [C#] of him.
Then [F#] a voice spoke to her through the darkness,
Maria, what brings [C#] you to me?
If the bird in the cage is your offering,
open the door, [F#] let me see.
[G#m] Though [F#] she trembled, she [B] did [F#] as he asked [D#m] her.
[F#] And out of the cage the [C#] bird flew.
Soaring up into the rafters on a wing that had healed [F#] just as new.
[B] Just then the midnight bells rang out
[F#] and the little [C#] bird started [F#] to sing a [B] song that no words could recapture,
[F#] whose beauty was fit [C#] for a king.
Now [F#] Maria [D#] felt blessed [A#m] just to [F#] listen to that cascade of notes [C#] sweet and [G#m] long
[C#] as her offering was lifted to heaven by the [C] very [C#] [B] first [A#m] [G#m]
nightingale song.
[F#]
[N]
I love that song honey.
[A]
[C#] [D#m]
[F#]
[B] [C#]
[G#m] [F#] A poor orphan [D#m] girl [C#] named Maria
[F#] was walking to market [C#] one day.
She stopped for a rest by the roadside where
a bird with a [F#] broken wing lay.
[A#m] [B] [F#] A few moments passed till [C#] she saw it,
[F#] for its feathers were covered [C#] with sand.
It soon cleaned and wrapped it was traveling
[G#m] [C#] in the warmth of Maria's [F#] small hand.
[B] She happily spent her last peso [F#] on a cage [C#] made of rushes [F#] and twine.
[B] She fed it loose corn from the market and [F#] watched
it grow stronger [C#] with time.
Now [F#] the Christmas Eve service was coming
and the church shone with tinsel [C#] and light.
And all of the town folk brought presents
to lay by the [F#] manger that night.
[G#m] [F#] There were diamonds [B] and incense [A#m] and [D#m] perfumes
[F#] and packages fit [C#] for a kid.
But for one ragged bird in a small cage,
Maria had [F#] nothing to bring.
[B] She waited till just before midnight
[F#] so no [C#] one would see her [F#] go in.
[B] Crying, she knelt by the manger for [F#] her gift was unworthy [C#] of him.
Then [F#] a voice spoke to her through the darkness,
Maria, what brings [C#] you to me?
If the bird in the cage is your offering,
open the door, [F#] let me see.
[G#m] Though [F#] she trembled, she [B] did [F#] as he asked [D#m] her.
[F#] And out of the cage the [C#] bird flew.
Soaring up into the rafters on a wing that had healed [F#] just as new.
[B] Just then the midnight bells rang out
[F#] and the little [C#] bird started [F#] to sing a [B] song that no words could recapture,
[F#] whose beauty was fit [C#] for a king.
Now [F#] Maria [D#] felt blessed [A#m] just to [F#] listen to that cascade of notes [C#] sweet and [G#m] long
[C#] as her offering was lifted to heaven by the [C] very [C#] [B] first [A#m] [G#m]
nightingale song.
[F#]
[N]
I love that song honey.
[A]
Key:
F#
C#
B
G#m
D#m
F#
C#
B
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ [F#] A poor orphan [D#m] girl [C#] named Maria _
[F#] _ was walking to market [C#] one day.
_ _ She stopped for a rest by the _ roadside _ where
a bird with a [F#] broken wing lay.
[A#m] _ [B] _ [F#] A few moments passed till [C#] she saw it,
[F#] _ _ for its feathers were covered _ [C#] with sand.
_ It soon cleaned and wrapped it was traveling
[G#m] _ [C#] in the warmth of Maria's [F#] small hand.
_ _ [B] She happily spent her last peso _ _ [F#] on a cage [C#] made of rushes [F#] and _ twine.
_ [B] She fed it loose corn from the market _ and [F#] watched
it grow stronger [C#] with time.
Now [F#] the Christmas Eve service was coming
_ _ and the church shone with tinsel [C#] and light.
_ _ And all of the town folk brought presents
_ _ to lay by the [F#] manger that night.
_ [G#m] _ [F#] There were diamonds [B] and incense [A#m] and [D#m] perfumes
_ [F#] and packages fit [C#] for a kid.
But for one ragged bird in a small _ cage,
_ Maria had [F#] nothing to bring.
_ _ [B] She waited till just before midnight
_ _ [F#] so no [C#] one would see her [F#] go in.
_ _ _ [B] _ Crying, she knelt by the manger _ for [F#] her gift was unworthy _ [C#] of him.
Then [F#] a voice spoke to her through the _ darkness,
_ _ Maria, what brings [C#] you to me?
_ If the bird in the cage is your offering,
_ _ _ _ open the door, [F#] let me see.
_ [G#m] Though [F#] she trembled, she [B] did [F#] as he asked [D#m] her.
_ [F#] And out of the cage the [C#] bird flew.
_ _ _ Soaring up into the _ _ rafters on a wing that had healed [F#] just as new.
_ _ _ [B] Just then the midnight bells rang out
_ [F#] and the little [C#] bird started [F#] to sing a _ [B] song that no words could recapture,
_ _ [F#] whose beauty was fit [C#] for a king.
_ Now [F#] Maria [D#] felt blessed [A#m] just to [F#] listen _ to that cascade of notes [C#] sweet and [G#m] long
_ [C#] as her offering was lifted to heaven _ by the [C] very [C#] _ [B] first [A#m] _ _ [G#m] _
_ nightingale _ _ _ song.
_ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _
I love that song honey.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ [F#] A poor orphan [D#m] girl [C#] named Maria _
[F#] _ was walking to market [C#] one day.
_ _ She stopped for a rest by the _ roadside _ where
a bird with a [F#] broken wing lay.
[A#m] _ [B] _ [F#] A few moments passed till [C#] she saw it,
[F#] _ _ for its feathers were covered _ [C#] with sand.
_ It soon cleaned and wrapped it was traveling
[G#m] _ [C#] in the warmth of Maria's [F#] small hand.
_ _ [B] She happily spent her last peso _ _ [F#] on a cage [C#] made of rushes [F#] and _ twine.
_ [B] She fed it loose corn from the market _ and [F#] watched
it grow stronger [C#] with time.
Now [F#] the Christmas Eve service was coming
_ _ and the church shone with tinsel [C#] and light.
_ _ And all of the town folk brought presents
_ _ to lay by the [F#] manger that night.
_ [G#m] _ [F#] There were diamonds [B] and incense [A#m] and [D#m] perfumes
_ [F#] and packages fit [C#] for a kid.
But for one ragged bird in a small _ cage,
_ Maria had [F#] nothing to bring.
_ _ [B] She waited till just before midnight
_ _ [F#] so no [C#] one would see her [F#] go in.
_ _ _ [B] _ Crying, she knelt by the manger _ for [F#] her gift was unworthy _ [C#] of him.
Then [F#] a voice spoke to her through the _ darkness,
_ _ Maria, what brings [C#] you to me?
_ If the bird in the cage is your offering,
_ _ _ _ open the door, [F#] let me see.
_ [G#m] Though [F#] she trembled, she [B] did [F#] as he asked [D#m] her.
_ [F#] And out of the cage the [C#] bird flew.
_ _ _ Soaring up into the _ _ rafters on a wing that had healed [F#] just as new.
_ _ _ [B] Just then the midnight bells rang out
_ [F#] and the little [C#] bird started [F#] to sing a _ [B] song that no words could recapture,
_ _ [F#] whose beauty was fit [C#] for a king.
_ Now [F#] Maria [D#] felt blessed [A#m] just to [F#] listen _ to that cascade of notes [C#] sweet and [G#m] long
_ [C#] as her offering was lifted to heaven _ by the [C] very [C#] _ [B] first [A#m] _ _ [G#m] _
_ nightingale _ _ _ song.
_ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _
I love that song honey.
_ _ [A] _