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 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 Time is a traveler 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 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