Cootamundra Wattle

Don't go looking through that old camphor box, woman

You know those old things only make you cry

When you dream upon that little bunny rug

It makes you think that life has passed you by

There are days when you wish the world would stop, woman

But then you know some wounds would never heal

When I browse the early pages of the children

It's then I know exactly how you feel

Hey, it's July and the winter sun is shining

And the Cootamundra wattle is my friend

For all at once, my childhood never left me

'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again

It's Sunday and you should stop the worry, woman

Come out here and sit down in the sun

Can't you hear the magpies in the distance?

Don't you feel the new day has begun?

Can't you hear the bees making honey, woman

In the spotted gums where the bellbirds ring

You might grow old and bitter 'cause you missed it

You know some people never hear such things

Hey, it's July and the winter sun is shining

And the Cootamundra wattle is my friend

For all at once, my childhood never left me

'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again

Don't buy the daily papers anymore, woman

Read all about what's going on in hell

They don't care to tell the world of kindness

Good news never made a paper sell

There's all the colors of the rainbow in the garden, woman

And symphonies of music in the sky

Heaven's all around us if you're looking

But how can you see it if you cry?

Hey, it's July and the winter sun is shining

And the Cootamundra wattle is my friend

For all at once, my childhood never left me

'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again