Letras
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
July and the winter sun is shining
And the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
All at once my childhood never left me
For 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 a new day has begun?
Can't you hear the bees are making honey, woman
In the spotted gums where the bellbird sings?
You might grow old and bitter 'cause you missed it
You know some people never hear such things
July and the winter sun is shining
And the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
All at once my childhood never left me
For 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 are 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?
July and the winter sun is shining
The Cootamundra wattle is my friend
All at once my childhood never left me
For wattle blossoms bring it back again
Wattle blossoms bring it back again