Wick

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 secret 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 When a thing is wick, it has a way of knowing When it's safe to grow again, you will see When there's sun and water sweet enough to feed it It will climb up through the earth a pale new green 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-coming up Come a lily, come a lilac Come to call Calling 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, spoken] It will! [MARY] Then have no doubt about it We'll have the grandest garden ever seen [MARY, spoken] Oh, Dickon, I want it all to be wick. Would you come and look at it with me? [DICKON, spoken] I'll come every day, rain or shine, if you want me to! All that garden needs is for us to come wake it up.  [MARY, spoken] But, Dickon, what if we save the garden, then Uncle Archie takes it back, or Colin wants it? [DICKON, spoken] What a miracle that would be, eh? Getting a poor, crippled boy out to see his mother's garden! [MARY & DICKON] 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 Free from 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, calling all of us to come [MARY & DICKON] Calling all the rest to come Calling all the world to come [DICKON] When a thing is wick And someone cares about it And comes to work each day, like you and me I promise there's a secret streak of green below [MARY & DICKON] And all through the darkest nighttime It's waiting for the right time When a thing is wick [DICKON] It will grow [MARY] It will grow, it will grow!