Woodstock

Well, I came upon a child of God

He was walkin' along the road

And I asked him where was he goin'

And this he told me

Well, I'm goin' down to Yasgur's farm

Gonna join in a rock and roll band

Got to get back to the land

Set my soul free

We are stardust

We are golden

And we've got to get ourselves

Back to the garden

Whoa, back to the garden

Yeah

Well, now can I walk beside you?

I have come to lose the smog

And I feel myself a cog in something turnin'

Now maybe it's the time of the year

Or maybe it's the time of man

And I don't know who I am

But life is for learnin'

We are stardust

We are golden

And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

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 a song and a celebration

And I dreamed I saw the bombers

Ridin' 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

Alright, yeah

Oh, back to the garden

Ah, now, run it back

Run it back, goin' back to the garden