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 ya 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 sparks 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 snow drop 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 Dicken! I want it all to be wick
Would you come and look at it with me
I'll come everyday rain or shine
If you want me
All that garden needs is for us to come wake it up
But Dicken? What is we save the garden
and Uncle Archie takes it back?
Or Colin wants it
What a miracle that would be gettin' the poor cripple boy out to see his mother's garden
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 mornin'
Leave the ground below
When a thing is wick
It has the will to grow
And grow
Come a mild day
Come a warm rain
Come a snow drop 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
For 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
