<br>
DICKON:<br>
When a thing is wick, it has a life about it.<br>
Now, maybe not a life like you and me.<br>
But somewhere there's a single streak of green inside it.<br>
Come, and let me show you what I mean.<br>
<br>
When a think is wick, it has a light around it.<br>
Maybe not a light that you can see.<br>
But hiding down below a spark's asleep inside it,<br>
Waiting for the right time to be seen.<br>
<br>
You clear away the dead parts,<br>
So the tender buds can form,<br>
Loosen up the earth and<br>
Let the roots get warm,<br>
Let the roots get warm.<br>
<br>
Come a mild day, come a warm rain,<br>
Come a snowdrop, a-comin' up!<br>
Come a lily, come a lilac!<br>
Come to call,<br>
Callin' all the rest to come and see!<br>
<br>
MARY:<br>
When a thing is wick,<br>
And someone cares about it,<br>
And comes to work each day, like you and me,<br>
Will it grow?<br>
<br>
DICKON:<br>
It will!<br>
<br>
MARY:<br>
Then have no doubt about it,<br>
We'll have the grandest garden ever seen!!<br>
[Spoken]<br>
Oh, Dickon, I want it all to be wick! Would you <br>
come and look at it with me?<br>
<br>
DICKON:<br>
I'll come every day, rain or shine if you want me. <br>
All that garden needs is for us to come wake it up!<br>
<br>
MARY:<br>
But, Dickon, what if we save the garden, then Uncle <br>
Archie takes it back, or Colin wants it?<br>
<br>
DICKON:<br>
Ay, what a miracle that would be, gettin' a poor <br>
crippled boy out to see his mother's garden!<br>
<br>
[Sung]<br>
MARY and DICKON: <br>
You give a living thing <br>
A little chance to grow,<br>
That's how you will know <br>
If she is wick, she'll grow.<br>
So grow to greet the morning,<br>
Leave the ground below.<br>
When a thing is wick<br>
It has a will to grow and grow.<br>
<br>
MARY:<br>
Come a mild day, come a warm rain,<br>
Come a snowdrop, a-comin' up!<br>
Come a lily, come a lilac!<br>
Come to call, calling all the rest to come!<br>
<br>
MARY and DICKON:<br>
Calling all the rest to come!<br>
Calling all the world to come!<br>
<br>
DICKON:<br>
Oh, somewhere there's single streak of green below,<br>
<br>
MARY and DICKON:<br>
And all through the darkest nighttime,<br>
It's waiting for the right time.<br>
When a thing is wick, it will grow!<br>
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