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
He lived without sin
They're building a libr'y 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
about why the end was so sad
Well George had no answers
about why his 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 'round 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 no place for George
and his library or the son
with his gun to belong
Except in this song
Time is a meddler
Tenterfield saddler
Make your bed
Fly again cockatoo
Down on the ground
Emu up ahead
Oh time is a tale-teller
Tenterfield Saddler
Make your bed
Fly away cockatoo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead
Time is a traveller
Tenterfield Saddler
Turn your head
Ride again jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead