Lucy Simon & Marsha Norman - Wick lyrics

Hey ho, hello there Mary Hey ho, hello there And why are you in such bad temper The garden is dead Dickon This is the most forgotten place I have ever seen With lose great branches And dead roots and leaves all tangled off on the ground Now did you take a real close look at anything Mary the strongest roses will fair thrive on being neglected If the soil is rich enough You mean might be alive, but how can we tell? Oh, I can tell if the thing is wick Wick, I've heard Ben's a wick 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 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 All that garden needs is for us to come wake it up Dickon, what if we save the garden, then uncle Archie takes it back, or Colin wants it? What a miracle that would be, gettin' a poor Crippled boy out 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, calling all the rest to come Calling all of us to come Calling all the world to come Oh, somewhere there's single streak of green below And all through the darkest nighttime It's waiting for the right time When a thing is wick, it will grow