by Joni Mitchel



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 Yasgur'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

We are billion year old carbon

And we got to get ourselves back to the garden



Well then can I walk beside you

I have come to lose the smog

And I feel like I'm a cog 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 who I am

But life is for learning



We are stardust, we are golden

We are billion year old carbon

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 there was song and celebration

And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes

Riding shotgun in the sky

Turning into butterflies

Above our nation.



We are stardust, we are golden

We are caught in a devil's bargain

And we got to get ourselves back to the garden