Woodstock

When I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him where was he going
And this he told me
When I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm
I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band
I've got to get back to the land
And set my soul free

We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Oh, back to the garden, yeah

When I cannot walk beside you
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog in something turning
Now, maybe it's the time of year
And maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who l am
But life is for learning

We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Alright, yeah, oh, back to the garden
Oh, now, going back, going back, going back to the garden