The late George Wolno worked on high street and lived on manors, 52 years hesat in his veranda and made his saddles, and if you had questions about sheep orflowers or dogs, you just ask the saddler, he lived without sin, they're building alibrary for him. Time is a traveller, tend a field saddler, turn your head.Right again, jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead.The son of George Wolno 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 werequestions about why the end was so sad,George had no answers about why a son ever has need of a gun.Time is a traveller, tend a field saddler, turn your head.Right 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 nowherefor George and his library or the son with his gun to belong, except in thissong. Time is a traveller, tend a field saddler, turn your head.Right again, jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead.Time is a meddler, tend a field saddler, make your bed.Fly away, cockatoo, down on the ground, emu up ahead.Time is a telltale, tend a field saddler, turn your head.Right again, jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead.Time is a telltale, tend a field saddler, make your bed.