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 about sheep, or flowers or dogs
You'd just ask the saddler, who lived without sin
They're building a library for him
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler
Turn your head
Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
The son of George Woolnough
Went off and got married and had a way baby
Something was wrong and it's easier to drink then go crazy
And if there were questions about why the end was so sad
Well George had no answers about why a son
Ever has 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 round 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 nowhere 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
Oh time is a meddler, Tenterfield Saddler
Make your bed
Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
Oh time is a meddler, Tenterfield Saddler
Make your bed
Fly away cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler