Wick

When a thing is wick, it has a life about it

Now, maybe not a life like you and me

But somewhere there's a single streak of green inside it

Come, and let me show you what I mean

When a think is wick, it has a light around it

Maybe not a light that you can see

But hiding down below a spark's asleep inside it

Waiting for the right time to be seen

You clear away the dead parts

So the tender buds can form

Loosen up the earth and

Let the roots get warm

Let the roots get warm

Come a mild day, come a warm rain

Come a snowdrop, a-comin' up!

Come a lily, come a lilac!

Come to call

Callin' all the rest to come and see!

When a thing is wick

And someone cares about it

And comes to work each day, like you and me

Will it grow?

It will!

Then have no doubt about it

We'll have the grandest garden ever seen!!

Oh, Dickon, I want it all to be wick! Would you

Come and look at it with me?

I'll come every day, rain or shine if you want me

All that garden needs is for us to come wake it up!

But, Dickon, what if we save the garden, then Uncle

Archie takes it back, or Colin wants it?

Ay, what a miracle that would be, gettin' a poor

Crippled boy out to see his mother's garden!

You give a living thing

A little chance to grow

That's how you will know

If she is wick, she'll grow

So grow to greet the morning

Leave the ground below

When a thing is wick

It has a will to grow and grow

Come a mild day, come a warm rain

Come a snowdrop, a-comin' up!

Come a lily, come a lilac!

Come to call, calling all the rest to come!

Calling all the rest to come!

Calling all the world to come!

Oh, somewhere there's single streak of green below

And all through the darkest nighttime

It's waiting for the right time

When a thing is wick, it will grow!