Cootamundra Wattle

Don't go lookin' through that old camphor box, woman You know those old things only make you cry When you dream upon that little bunny rug 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 But 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 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 worrying, woman Come out here and sit down in the sun Can't you hear the magpies in the distance Dont' you know a new day has begun Can't you hear the bees makin' 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 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 any more, 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 colours 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 Cootamundra wattle is my friend For all at once my childhood never left me 'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again