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