Wick

Hey ho, hello there MaryHey ho, hello thereAnd why are you in such bad temperGod is dead DickonThis is the most forgotten place I have ever seenWith lose great branchesAnd dead roots and leaves all tangled off on the groundNow did you take a real close look at anythingMary the strongest roses will fair thrive on being neglectedIf the soil is rich enoughYou mean might be alive, but how can we tell?Oh, I can tell if the thing is wickWick, I've heard Ben's a wickWhen a thing is wick, it has a life about itNow, maybe not a life like you and meBut somewhere there's a single streak of green inside itCome, and let me show you what I meanWhen a thing is wick, it has a light around itMaybe not a light that you can seeBut hiding down below a spark's asleep inside itWaiting for the right time to be seenYou clear away the dead partsSo the tender buds can formLoosen up the earth and let the roots get warmLet the roots get warmCome a mild day, come a warm rainCome a snowdrop, a comin' upCome a lily, come a lilacCome to call, callin' all of us to come and seeWhen a thing is wickAnd someone cares about itAnd comes to work each dayLike you and meWill it grow?It willThen have no doubt about itWe'll have the grandest garden ever seenOh, Dickon, I want it all to be wickWould you come and look at it with me?I'll come every day, rain or shine if you want meAll that garden needs is for us to come wake it upDickon, what if we save the garden, then uncleArchie takes it back, or Colin wants it?What a miracle that would be, gettin' a poorCrippled boy out to see his mother's gardenYou give a living thingA little chance to growThat's how you will knowIf she is wick, she'll growSo grow to greet the morningLeave the ground belowWhen a thing is wickIt has a will to grow and growCome a mild day, come a warm rainCome a snowdrop, a-comin' upCome a lily, come a lilacCome to call, calling all the rest to comeCalling all of us to comeCalling all the world to comeOh, somewhere there's single streak of green belowAnd all through the darkest nighttimeIt's waiting for the right timeWhen a thing is wick, it will grow