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!