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. I'm going down to Yasgurs farm, Think I'll join a rock and roll band, I'll camp out on the land, I'll try and set my soul free! We are stardust, we are golden, And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. Then can I walk beside you, I have come 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 don't know who I am, But lifes for learning. We are stardust, we are carbon, and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. By the time I got to Woodstock, We were half a million strong, Everywhere there were song 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 we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. :)