Woodstock

I came upon a child of God he was walking down the road, when I asked him "where are you going?" This he told me; "I'm going down to Yasgur's farm, Think I'll join a rock and roll band, I'll camp out on the land, I'll try set my soul free." We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. Well 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 it's the time of year or maybe it's the time of man, and I don't know who I am but life's 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 were songs and celebrations. 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. repeat to fade out / ad lib as you want