RIP Peter Allen (February 10, 1944 - June 18, 1992), aged 48 You will be remembered as a legend.

A simply beautifully written & preformed song ... I am a bit of an old fart but this song gets to me. Every time I travel though Tenterfield I look out for the Saddler's shop ..makes one think.

A GREAT thing just happened to me as I listened to this recording.........it is the ABSOLUTE PERFECT version that I listened to as a teenager in the 1970s.....listening to this concert which must have been broadcast for Australian listeners.....I have not been able to figure out which concert I may have listened to at that time, on that day. As all typical people back then, I had a cassette tape recorder with the old ribbon tapes. I recorded each song as it was played, including ALL the conversation, jokes and patter that Peter Allen gleamingly gave so generously to his audience. I listened to that tape for a thousand times. His patter was unbelievable. So open, humorous and innocently, blatantly, radiantly bold. I could just imagine him as a boy, he would have been the same. So I guess that as an adult he kept his inner child visible for all of us to love. I know that he received terrible discrimination as a young boy for his difference and his unique talents and style. I can only feel so proud that the world came to honour his unique differences and what he shared with us for such a short time. We must respect difference because it's the difference that makes the special and the unique, the bold and the amazing.

Peter Allen always makes me cry and he is not even living. The crying is with such wonderful joy. What a unique perfect talent who left us way too young. Nonetheless he left us with gold. As always thanks to youtube for making this all possible. This presentation is the definition of quality!

If Peter Allen can turn the tragic death of his dad into a beautiful song, I think we can all find something good to do with our trauma. Corny, I know, but I believe it.

I have listened to this song many times as i drive along country roads. It just makes the trip go by much more nicely. The guy was so talented. Thanks for the music. 😊

Fantastic composer, musician and performer. Definitely gone too soon. Tim Freedman said in a documentary about Australian music that, despite the time and place of his birth and upbringing, he made it through on talent and force of personality.

Just been watching different videos of Peter Allen. Forgotten how special he was.

My favourite Peter Allen song. This is a perfect performance.

A really great song by a really great Australian musician that left us all way to soon.😢

Brilliant. Bloody brilliant.

Years ago I took the New England Highway on a trip because of this song. Seeing the town and remembering Peter Allen at his finest puts the story in perspective. Thanks for posting this.

Made music,sung songs at the top of his game that will be around forever

Mum always played this in the car when we were kids. You just took me back thirty years! Thanks heaps!

I love Australiana now.. sounds strange to outsiders, but this now, for us.. this is as mind Destroying as it is therapeutic. ❤️

Wow I feel I have just stepped into a Time Machine and it's taken me back to 1972. When I listen to this song it makes me cry because it reminds me of a time in my life that was less stressful. I miss you Peter Allen you were taken to soon. RIP.

Why does this Song make me cry , omg right

At the time he was active I didn’t pay too much notice but after living in the New England area twice over 2 decades and visiting Tenterfield I lament that I never went to see him. A legend in the true sense of the word that I hope won’t slip through the cracks of musical and cultural history.

I went to Peter's concert called "Up In One" on Broadway-a great night

GOD BLESS AUSTRALIA ALWAYS !!!

A beautiful tear jerker song, amazing talent gone way too soon, thankyou for the upload.

My God was he talented.

Just so special, wish I could have seen him!

The ultimate performer

Peter Allen an icon would fit in so well even today made it to the top of Hollywood royalty marries Judy garlands daughter, lived next door to the Kennedy's in Hyannis Port and was gay. What a personality and amazing person he was. I hope generations take a look at his life remember him as an Australian always. 'song I still call Australia home's that's him ❤🏆👍🇦🇺

He was huge talent

I like the old Bandstand vids with the Allen brothers.

Beautiful ❤

A great Aussie song.

Except in this Song.... this guy was a musical genius with a heart for the outsider and irony. He could have been a sailor in a bigger sea.❤

Weeping with joy

Probably the only song I could never perform - it’s too moving and sad 😢

Glorious

Man, this song gets me every time!

Thanks - great to see that full out ! Lovely performance.

What a great man beautiful music

Thank you Peter.

Thank you Peter! This is so beautiful ❤

I really get inspired by this song I wish they had performed it at the Sydney Olympics at either opening or closing ceremonies.

HE IS VERY GOOD TALENT AND GREAT AUSTRALIAN. .R.I.P. .

Beautiful - lovely memories. Was just watching an Aussie tv series called Back Roads. One episode was about Tenterfield. 💞

What an incredible life. Super

a great song😎

Super Star!

This is the song

A beautiful song. He wrote some iconic melodies. I didn't appreciate his talent at the time.

The late George woolnough Worked on High Street And lived on Manners 52 years he sat on his veranda And made his saddles And if you had questions About sheep or flowers or dogs You just ask 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 woolnough Went off and got married And had a war baby But 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 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 this 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 Time is a medler Tenterfield saddler make your bed Fly away cookatoo 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

Miss you Pete x

beautiful

Thanks!

Peter allen RIP 🎹

Great story

Married a girl with an interesting face...Liza

[Three generations of "Allens":-Grandfather, George Walnow ;Father,???noname;Son,Peter] The late George Walnow worked on High Street, lived on Manon; For fifty-two years he sat on his verandah, making saddles;and if u had questions about sheep or flowers or dogs, you'd just ask the saddler, he lived without sin They're building a library for him. Chorus:) Time is a traveller TENTERFIELD SADDLER, turn your head;Ride again jackaroo, think i see kangaroos up ahead. V2. Son of George Walnow went off and got married and had a war baby;But something was wrong, & it's easier to drink than go crazy. And if there were questions about why the end was so sad, George had no answers 'bout why his son would ever have need of a gun. Chorus. Grandson of George has been all round the world and lives no special place;He changed his last name (Allen) ... And he married a girl with an interesting face (Liza Minelli) . He'd almost forgotten them both; Because in this life that he lives; There's nowhere George and his library or the son with a gun To belong, except in this song. Chorus. Time is a meddler. .. Make your bed. fly away cockatoo, think i see emu up ahead

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I wonder if Peter ever visited the library ?

I know guitar chords, but he's going places I don't understand.