John Williamson singing Cootamundra Wattle.
On this Monday with only two days to go to winter I came across a picture of Cootamundra Wattle and listened again to this very beautiful song - I was going to wait until July to share it with you but "Carpe Diem" - I am seizing the day and sharing it now.
The words and music are by John Williamson and the song and lyrics are something that always - without fail, brings me to tears - I am misty eyed as I type.
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
But when I browse the early pages of the children
And I know exactly how you feel.
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
And 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 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
For all at once my childhood never left me
And 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 the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
For all at once my childhood never left me
And wattle blossoms bring it back again.
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
But when I browse the early pages of the children
And I know exactly how you feel.
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
And 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 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
For all at once my childhood never left me
And 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 the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
For all at once my childhood never left me
And wattle blossoms bring it back again.
There are certainly days for me when I wish the world would stop and times when i do think that life has passed me by - and I guess there are wounds that will never heal.
I have given up buying the daily papers because I too believe that good news never made a paper sell and I want to spread as much joy in my little corner of the world as I can.
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.
These are my favourite words from the song and I try to look around and see the beauty that is there, try to dance on the wind and soar on the stars.
Please listen to Williamson sing this song and let it bring peace and warmth to your heart in a troubled world.
Wattle blossoms are beautiful and the Golden Wattle is our National floral emblem:
There is beauty all around us and we need to be the change we want to see in the world. Be a little kinder, not only to people but to our earth - enjoy all the rainbows in the garden, all the symphonies in the sky, wipe your tears and see the beauty in our world.
Be strong, be brave and "seize the day" - don't miss a moment of living, be sure to live life to the full and come back and visit "The Musings from My Heart" - take the journey with me - paint on your canvas and share your images with the world.
I am seizing my second chance at life with thanks for 515 days since transplant - alive and living well.
Love and hugs from a very pensive heart.
2 comments:
My Cootamundra Wattle is almost in flower, can't wait for the buds to pop. Thanks for the song to sing this wet afternoon
Thank you for visiting and enjoying the winter sunshine - the wattle is so very pretty.
Love and hugs,
Linda.
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