John Williamson - Cootamundra wattle

Don’t go l^Dookin’ through that old camphor ^Gbox, woman you ^Dknow those old things only make you ^Gcry When you ^Ddream upon that little bunny ^Grug ^Dmakes you think that life has passed you ^Gby

There are ^Ddays when you wish the world would ^Gstop, woman but ^Dthen you know some wounds would never ^Gheal When I ^Dbrowse the early pages of the ^Gchildren ^Git’s then I know exactly how you f^Deel

Hey, it’s ^GJuly, and the winter sun is s^Dhining and the ^GCootamundra wattle is my ^Dfriend For ^Gall at once my childhood never ^Dleft me cause ^Awattle blossoms ^A7bring it back ^Dagain

^DIt’s Sunday and you should stop the ^Gworry, woman ^Dcome out here and sit down in the ^Gsun ^DCan’t you hear the magpies in the ^Gdistance ^DDon’t you feel the new day has be^Ggun

^DCan’t you hear the bees making ^Ghoney, woman in the ^Dspotted gums where the bell birds ^Gring ^DYou might grow old and bitter ‘cause you ^Gmissed it ^Gyou know some people never hear such t^Dhings

Hey, it’s ^GJuly, and the winter sun is s^Dhining and the ^GCootamundra wattle is my ^Dfriend For ^Gall at once my childhood never ^Dleft me cause ^Awattle blossoms ^A7bring it back ^Dagain

Don’t ^Dbuy the daily papers any ^Gmore, woman read ^Dall about what’s goin’ on in ^Ghell ^DThey don’t care to tell the world of k^Gindness ^Dgood news never made a paper ^Gsell

There’s all the ^Dcolours of the rainbow in the ^Ggarden, woman and ^Dsymphonies of music in the ^Gsky ^Dheaven’s all around us if you’re l^Gookin' ^Gbut how can you see it if you ^Dcry

Hey, it’s ^GJuly, and the winter sun is s^Dhining and the ^GCootamundra wattle is my ^Dfriend For ^Gall at once my childhood never ^Dleft me cause ^Awattle blossoms ^A7bring it back ^Dagain