Tenterfield Saddler Songtext
von Hugh Jackman

The late George Wollner
Worked on a high street
Lived on manners
52 years, he sat on his verandah, made his sandals
And if you had questions about cheap flowers or dolls
He just asked the saddler
He lived without sin
Building a library for him

Time is a traveller, ten a field saddler, turn your head
Ride again, Jackaroo, think I see a kangaroo over there

The son of George Wollner went off and got married
And had a Woll baby
Something was wrong and it was easier to drink than to go crazy
And if there was questions about why the end was so sad
George had no answer about why his son never had need of a gun


Time is a traveller, ten a field saddler, turn your head
Ride again, Jackaroo, think I see a kangaroo over there

The grandson of George has been all around the world
And lives no special place
He changed his last name and married a girl with an interesting face
He′d almost forgotten them both because in the lives that he lives
There is no place for George and his library or the son with a gun to belong
Accepting this song that

Time is a meddeler, ten a field saddler, make your bed
Fly again, Cockotuu down on the ground in the upperhead
Ohh
Time is a taleteller, ten a field saddler, make your bed
Fly again, Cockotuu, think I see a kangaroo in the upperhead
Time is a traveller, ten a field saddler, turn your head
Ride again, Jackaroo, think I see a kangaroo over there
Time is a traveller, ten a field saddler, make your bed