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