WOODSTOCK

Well I came across a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him tell where are you going.
This he told me
Well I am going down to Yasgar's farm
Going to join in a rock and roll band
Goin' to get back to the land to set my soul free.

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

Well they cannot walk beside you
I have come to lose that smile
And I feel as though I'm caught
In something turning
And maybe it's the time of year
Yes and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know where I am
My life is for burning

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 a bomber jet plane
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above the nation.

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