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Don't go Eblookin' through that old camphor Fm7box Ebwoman,
You Ebknow those old things only make you Fm7cry.Eb
When you Ebdream upon that little bunny Fm7rug Eb
It Ebmakes you think that life has passed you Fm7by Eb
There are Ebdays when you wish the world would Fm7stopEb woman,
But Ebthen you know some wounds would never Fm7healEb
But when I Ebbrowse the early pages of the Fm7chilEbdren
It's then I know exactly how you Ebfeel.
Hey it's JFm7uly Eband the winter sun is Ebshining
And the Fm7CootEbamundra wattle is my Ebfriend
For Fm7all Ebat once my childhood never lEbeft me
'Cause Bb7wattle blossoms bring it back Ebagain.
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 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 the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
For all at once my childhood never left me
'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again.
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