Cootamundra Wattle

Сapo 1

1. 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.

2. 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.

Chorus:

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.

3. 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

4. Can’t you hear the bees making honey, woman,

In the spotted gums where the bell birds ring?

You might grow old and bitter ‘cause you missed it,

You know some people never hear such things

Chorus:

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.

5. Don’t buy the daily papers any more, woman,

Read all about what’s goin’ on in hell.

They don’t care to tell the world of kindness,

Good news never made a paper sell.

6. 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 lookin’

But how can you see it if you cry?

Chorus:

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.