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John Williamson

Cootamundra Wattle

 

Cootamundra Wattle

(альбом: Mallee Boy - 1986)


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
But when I browse the early pages of the children
It's then I know exactly how you feel

Hey it's July and the winter sun is shining
And 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 worrying, woman
Come out here and sit down in the sun
Can't you hear the magpies in the distance
Don't' you know a 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 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 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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