Finale

Mary, what is it?

Mary, come quickly!

Wait 'til you see it!

Mary, what is it?

It's spring!

But where did it come from?

From all your hard work, where do you think?

Mary, look at the roses!

There are fountains of them!

Archie, why didn't you cable us you were coming?

Mistress Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

I didn't know myself, Neville

Colin! That's not fair!

What on earth is all that noise?

You're so silly. 

I'm lots faster than you are!

Colin Craven, not so fast!

Mary Lennox!

Father? Look at me! I'm well!

Oh, Colin, my fine, brave boy!

Can you ever forgive me?

It was the garden that did it, Father

And Mary, and Dickon, and Martha

And some kind of charm, it came right out of the ground!

Yes. Colin, Colin, look at you!

It was Ben that kept the garden alive, Father, until—

I knew it was against your orders sir, but I—

And it was Dickon, who taught us how—

Yes, I can imagine

Dickon, if there is ever anything we can do—

Sir, what is to become of our Mary?

Clusters of crocus

Why, Mary, I'd nearly forgotten you in all this

It's hard to remember everybody, sir

No, it isn't

Three isn't very many people at all

I should be able to remember three people quite easily

Would I be one of them?

Mary Lennox, for as long as you will have us, we are yours, Colin and I

And this is your home

And this, my lovely child, is your garden

Come to my garden, nestled in the hill

There I'll keep you safe beside me

Come to my garden, rest there in my arms

There I'll see you safely grown and on your way

Stay here in the garden

As days grow long and mild

Come to my garden

Come, sweet child