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[Verse 1]
          D                               G
Don’t go lookin’ through that old camphor box, woman
    D                                   G
you know those old things only make you cry
         D                            G
When you dream upon that little bunny rug
D                                        G
makes you think that life has passed you by

          D                                  G
There are days when you wish the world would stop, woman
    D                                     G
but then you know some wounds would never heal
       D                             G
When I browse the early pages of the children
G                                 D
it’s then I know exactly how you feel

[Chorus]
          G                            D
Hey, it’s July, and the winter sun is shining     
        G                        D
and the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
    G                              D
For all at once my childhood never left me    
      A               A7            D
cause wattle blossoms bring it back again

[Verse 2]
D                                   G
It’s Sunday and you should stop the worry, woman
D                                 G
come out here and sit down in the sun
D                                 G
Can’t you hear the magpies in the distance
D                                G
Don’t you feel the new day has begun 

D                              G
Can’t you hear the bees making honey, woman
       D                                 G
in the spotted gums where the bell birds ring 
D                                        G
You might grow old and bitter ‘cause you missed it       
G                                     D
you know some people never hear such things

[Chorus]
          G                            D
Hey, it’s July, and the winter sun is shining     
        G                        D
and the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
    G                              D
For all at once my childhood never left me    
      A               A7            D
cause wattle blossoms bring it back again

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
      D                        G
Don’t buy the daily papers any more, woman
     D                            G
read all about what’s goin’ on in hell
D                                     G
They don’t care to tell the world of kindness
D                            G
good news never made a paper sell

                D                             G
There’s all the colours of the rainbow in the garden, woman
    D                          G
and symphonies of music in the sky
D                                 G
heaven’s all around us if you’re lookin'
G                             D
but how can you see it if you cry

[Chorus]
          G                            D
Hey, it’s July, and the winter sun is shining     
        G                        D
and the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
    G                              D
For all at once my childhood never left me    
      A               A7            D
cause wattle blossoms bring it back again