Woodstock

Well I came upon a child of God, she was walking along the road
And I asked her tell where are you going, this she told me:
She said, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm, going to join in a rock and roll band.
Got to camp on to the land, and set my soul free.
We are stardust, we are golden
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog.
And I feel myself a cog in something turning.
And maybe it's the time of year, yes, said maybe it's the time of man.
And I don't know who I am but life is for learning.
We are stardust, we are golden
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong,
And everywhere was song and celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bomber riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies above our nation.

We are stardust, we are golden
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.