"Woodstock" by Matthews' Southern Comfort

I came upon a child of God 
He was walking along the road 
When I asked him where are you going 
This he told me. 
Im going down to Yasgurs farm 
Think Ill join a rock and roll band 
Ill camp out on the land 
Ill try and set my soul free. 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And weve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 

Then can I walk beside you 
I have come here to lose the smog 
And I feel just like a cog in something turning. 
Well maybe its the time of year 
Or maybe its the time of man 
And I dont know who I am 
But lifes for learning. 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And weve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 

By the time I got to Woodstock 
They were half a million strong 
Everywhere there were songs and celebration 
And I dreamed I saw the bombers 
Riding shotgun in the sky 
Turning into butterflies 
Above our nation. 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And weve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And weve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And weve got to get ourselves back to the garden.