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 Yasgur's farm
Gonna join a rock and roll band
I'm going to camp out on the land
And try and get 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 here to lose the smog
I feel just like a cog
In something turning
Well maybe it's the time of year
Or maybe it's the time of man
I don't know who I am
But life is for learning
We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden
By the time I got to Woodstock
They were half a million strong
Everywhere there was song and celebration
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
We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden
Thanks to those who have assisted with lyrics transcription and/or correction: Jonathan Berkey, Michael Bickley, Todd Carrier, Tony Dennison, Mattias Engvall, Svein B. Hjorthaug, Kimberly Hynd, Jeff Cetola, Lewis Crow, Ian Ingham, Christian Jennings, Thomas Kercheval, John Lewis, Simon McKenzie, Allard Mosk, Eric Mossfeldt, Erle Mundle, Martin Powell, Brady Severns, Valeri Shaw, Jeroen Sprenkeler, Bas van Giesen, Michael Wallack and Greg Ziegler. Special thanks to Oliver Hunter.
