Woodstock - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

Written by：J. Mitchell

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'm going down to Yasgur's farm

Going to join in a rock and roll band

Got to get back to the land

Set my soul free

We are stardust we are golden

We are 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 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 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 caught in the devil's bargain

And we got to get ourselves back to the garden