Wick

Hey, oh! Hello there, Mary!
Hello, Dickon
Why are you in such a bad temper?
The garden's dead, Dickon
It's the most forgotten place I've ever seen
Loose gray branches and
Dead roots and leaves
All tangled up on the ground
Now, did you take a real close look at anything?
Mary, the strongest roses will fair thrive on being neglected
If the soil is rich enough
You mean it might be alive? How can you tell?
Oh, I can tell if a thing is wick
Wick? I've heard Ben say 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 thing 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 of us 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?

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 of us to come!
Calling all the world to come!

Oh, somewhere there's a 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!