Well I came upon a child of God,
he was walking along the road
And I asked him tell me where are you going,
this he told me:
(He) said, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm,
going to join in a rock and roll band.
Got to get back to the land, and set my soul free.
We are star- dust, we are gol- den,
we are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I roam beside you?
I have come to lose the smog.
And I feel myself a cog in something turning.
And maybe it's the time of year, yes,
said maybe it's the time of man.
And I don't know who I am but life is for learning.
We are star- dust, we are gol- den,
we are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
We are star- dust, we are gol- den,
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 jet planes
riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies above our nation.
We are star- dust, we are gol- den,
we are caught in the devil's bargain,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
