Cootamundra Wattle

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Don't go look-in' through, that old, cam-phor box,
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wom-an,
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You know, those old things, on-ly, make you cry,
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When you dream, u-pon that lit-tle bun-ny rug,
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wo-man,
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Makes you think, that life, has passed you by.
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There are days, when you wish, the world would 
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stop, wo-man,
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But then you know, some wounds nev-er heal,
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But when I browse, the earl-y pa-ges,
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Of the chil-dren,
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It's then I know, ex-act-ly, how you feel,

CHORUS
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Hey, it's Ju-ly and the win-ter sun, is shi-nin'
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And the Coo-ta-mun-dra Wat-tle, is my friend,
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For all at once, my child-hood, nev-er left me,
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'Cause wat-tle blos-soms, bring it, back a-gain.


It's, Sun-day and you should stop, the worr-y,

wom-an,

Come out here and sit down, in the sun,

Can't you hear, the mag-pies, in the dis-tance?

Don't you feel, the new day, has be-gun?

Can't you hear, the bees, mak-in' hon-ey,

woman?

In the spot-ted gums, where bell-birds, ring,

You might grow old and bit-ter, 'cause you missed 

it,

You know, some peo-ple, nev-er hear, such things.

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Don't buy, the dai-ly pa-pers, any-more, woman,

Read all a-bout, what's go-ing on, in hell,

They don't care, to tell the world, of kind-ness,

Good news, nev-er made, a pa-per sell!

There's all the col-ours, of the rain-bow, in the
 
gar-den, woman,

And sym-phon-ies, of mus-ic, in the sky,

Hea-ven's all a-round us, if your've look-in'

But how can you see it, if you cry?

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