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
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 IKNOW
EXACTLY HOW YOU
FEEL
HEY IT'S JULY AND
THE WINTER SUN IS
SHINING
AND THE
COOTAMUNDRA
WATTLE IS MY
FRIEND
AND ALL AT ONCE
MY CHILDHOOD
NEVER LEFT ME
AS 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
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
ALL AT ONCE MY
CHILDHOOD NEVER
LEFT ME
CAUSE 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'S ALL THE
COLOURS OF THE
RAINBOW IN THE
GARDEN, WOMAN
AND SYMPHONY'S OF
MUSIC IN THE SKY
HEAVEN'S ALL
AROUND US IF
YOU'RE LOOKING
BUT HOW CAN YOU
SEE IT IF YOU CRY
IT'S JULY AND THE
WINTER SUN IS
SHINING
AND THE
COOTAMUNDRA
WATTLE IS MY
FRIEND
AND ALL AT ONCE
MY CHILDHOOD
NEVER LEFT ME
AS WATTLE
BLOSSOMS BRING IT
BACK AGAIN