Woodstock
Here I am in the field where Woodstock happened
The museum didn't make me feel a thing
But staring out across this empty hillside
Something in my heart begins to sing
A giant peace sign is mowed into the hillside
So I make my way up through the muddy grass
And lay down in the center of the symbol
And start to hear these voices from the past
Singing Freedom, Freedom
That song fills my heart until it bursts
Freedom, Freedom
I'm crying like a baby calling to its Mama
Please won't you come and quench my thirst?
I imagine I'm surrounded by all the people
Huddled up and smoking grass in '69
And the sky begins to cry like Jimi Hendrix
And a monarch floats right over like a sign
So I begin to write my younger self a letter
To tell her that I love her finally
That I'll protect her, I will not neglect her
And I bury it underneath the message tree
Freedom, freedom
That song fills my heart until it bursts
Freedom, freedom
I'm crying like a baby, calling to its Mama
Please won't you come and quench my thirst?
Maybe I was born in the wrong time
Or maybe we're just always chasing ghosts
My generation, we are not the Woodstock nation
But coming together is what I want the most
Freedom, freedom
That song fills my heart until it bursts
Freedom, freedom
I'm crying like a baby
Freedom, freedom
That song fills my heart until it bursts
Freedom, freedom
I'm crying like a baby, calling to its Mama
Please Please won't you come and quench my thirst?
The museum didn't make me feel a thing
But staring out across this empty hillside
Something in my heart begins to sing
A giant peace sign is mowed into the hillside
So I make my way up through the muddy grass
And lay down in the center of the symbol
And start to hear these voices from the past
Singing Freedom, Freedom
That song fills my heart until it bursts
Freedom, Freedom
I'm crying like a baby calling to its Mama
Please won't you come and quench my thirst?
I imagine I'm surrounded by all the people
Huddled up and smoking grass in '69
And the sky begins to cry like Jimi Hendrix
And a monarch floats right over like a sign
So I begin to write my younger self a letter
To tell her that I love her finally
That I'll protect her, I will not neglect her
And I bury it underneath the message tree
Freedom, freedom
That song fills my heart until it bursts
Freedom, freedom
I'm crying like a baby, calling to its Mama
Please won't you come and quench my thirst?
Maybe I was born in the wrong time
Or maybe we're just always chasing ghosts
My generation, we are not the Woodstock nation
But coming together is what I want the most
Freedom, freedom
That song fills my heart until it bursts
Freedom, freedom
I'm crying like a baby
Freedom, freedom
That song fills my heart until it bursts
Freedom, freedom
I'm crying like a baby, calling to its Mama
Please Please won't you come and quench my thirst?
Credits
Writer(s): Kyra Gordon, Rachel Efron
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