Words and Music by Joni Mitchell

© 1969 by Siquomb Publishing Co.

Well, I came upon a child of God

He was walking along the road

And I asked him, ÒTell where are you going?Ó

This he told me

Said, ÒIÕm going down to Yasgur's Farm,

Gonna join in a rock and roll band.

Got to get back to the land and set my soul
free.Ó

We are stardust, we are golden,

We are billion year old carbon,

And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Ã’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.Ó

We are stardust, we are golden,

We are billion year old carbon.

And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

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 was a song and a celebration.

And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes

Riding shotgun in the sky,

Turning into butterflies

Above our nation.

We are stardust, we are golden,

We caught in the devilÕs bargain,

And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.