Woodstock
Mathews' southern comfortHe was walking along the road
I asked him, where are you going?
And this he told me:
I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm,
I'm going to join in a rock and roll band.
I'm going to camp out on the land
I'm going to try to get my soul free
CHORUS:
We are stardust, we are golden,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
And can I walk beside you?
I have come here to lose the smog,
And I feel to be a cog in something turning.
Or maybe it's just the time of year,
Or maybe it's the time of man.
I don't know who I am,
But you know life is for learning.
CHORUS
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
Riding shotgun in the sky,
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation.
We are stardust, a billion year old carbon,
We are golden caught in the devil's bargain
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.