Tenterfield Saddler

The late George Woolnough
Worked on High Street and lived on Manners
Fifty- two years he sat on his verandah
And made his saddle
And if you had questions about sheep or flowers or dogs
You just asked the saddler
He lived without sin
They're building a library for him

Chorus
Time is a traveler
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 war baby
Something went wrong
And sometimes it's easier to drink than go crazy
And if there were questions about why the end was so sad
George had no answer about why his son ever had need of a gun

Repeat chorus

The grandson of George has been all around the world
And lives no special place
He 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 or 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
Time is a tale-teller, Tenterfield Saddler make your bed
Ride again jackaroo. Think I see kangaroo up ahead