WOODSTOCK

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

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 2 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 2 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 2 billion year old carbon

And we got to get ourselves back to the garden