The late George Woolnough
worked on High Street
and lived on manners
Fifty two years he sat on his verandah
and made his saddles
And if you had questions bout sheep or flowers or dogs
you’d just ask the saddler, he lived without sin
they’re building a library for him
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler turn your head
Ride again Jackeroo, think I see Kangaroo up ahead
The son of George Woolnough
went off and got married
and had a war baby
Though something was wrong
and it’s easier to drink than go crazy
and if there were questions bout why the end was so sad
Well, George had no answers bout why a son
ever had need of a gun
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler turn your head
Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
The grandson of George has been all around the world
and lives no special place
Changed his last name and he married a girl
with an interesting face
He’d almost forgotten them both
because in the life that he leads
There’s no where for George and his library
or the son with his gun, to belong except in this song
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler turn your head
ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
Time is a meddler, tenterfield saddler make your bed
fly away Cockatoo, down on the ground Emu up ahead
Time is a tale-teller, Tenterfield Saddler turn your head
Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
Oh, Time is a tale-teller, tenterfield Saddler make your bed
Fly again Cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead…