Matthew's Southern Comfort - Woodstock

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
Think I`ll join a rock `n` 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

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 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...