Wick

When a thing is wick it has a life about it
Maybe not a life like you and me
But somewhere there's a single streak of green inside it
Now 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 to
All that garden needs is us to come and wake it up
But Dickon, what if we save the garden and then Uncle
Archie takes it back, or Colin wants it?
Ay, what a miracle that would be
Gettin' a poor crippled boy 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
Callin' all the rest to come
Callin' all of us to come
Callin' all the world to come.

Oh, somewhere there's a single streak of green below
And all through the darkest night-time
It's waiting for the right time
When a thing is wick
It will grow.