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
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
And 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.
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
And 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.
(chorus with whistle)
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's all the colours of the rainbow in the garden, woman
And symphonies of music in the sky,
Heavens' all around us if you're lookin'
But how can you see it if you cry?
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Lyrics submitted by Alison.