Tenterfield Saddler - Rick Price

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

Fly away cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead 

Oh time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler

Turn your head

Fly away cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead