Wick
- Daisy Eagan (1991)You are listening to the song Wick by Daisy Eagan, writer by Lucy Simon;Marsha Norman in album The Secret Garden: Original Broadway Cast Recording (Act II). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
Lyrics
[DICKON:]
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.
[MARY:]
When a thing is wick
And someone cares about it
And comes to work each day
Like you and me
Will it grow?
[DICKON:] It will.
[MARY:]
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?
[DICKON:]
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.
[MARY:]
But Dickon, what if we save the garden and then Uncle
Archie takes it back, or Colin wants it?
[DICKON:]
Ay, what a miracle that would be. Gettin' a poor
crippled boy to see his mother's garden.
[DICKON & MARY:]
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.
[MARY:]
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.
[DICKON & MARY:]
Callin' all of us to come
Callin' all the world to come.
[DICKON:]
Oh, somewhere there's a single streak of green below
[DICKON & MARY:]
And all through the darkest night-time
It's waiting for the right time
When a thing is wick
It will grow.
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