Letras
The late George Wollno worked on High Street
Lived on manners
Fifty-two years he sat on his veranda
And made his saddles
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 traveller
Tenterfield saddler turn your head
Ride again jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead
The son of George Wollno went off and got married
And had a war baby
Something was wrong and it's easier
To drink than go crazy
And if there were questions about why the end was so sad
George had no answers about why his 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 around 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 in 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
Oh, time is a traveller
Tenterfield saddler