Woodstock
Joni Mitchell / Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young: Déjà Vu (1970)
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Well I | came across a | child of God, He was | walking along the | road; |
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When I | asked him: "Tell me where are you | going?" -- This he | told me: | |
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Said "I am | going down to | Yasgur's farm -- Going to | join in a rock and roll | band |
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Got to | get back to the | land -- To set my | soul free!" | |
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We are | stardust, we are | golden -- We are | billion year old | carbon, |
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And we've | got to get our | selves back to the | ga- | ar- | den! |
Well then can I roam beside you? I have come to lose my smog, | |
And I feel myself 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've got to get ourselves back to the garden! | |
We are stardust, we are golden -- We are billion year old carbon, | |
And we've 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 a song -- And a celebration. | |
And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes -- Riding shotgun in the sky, | |
Turning into butterflies -- Above our nation. | |
We are stardust, we are golden, We are caught in the devil's bargain, | |
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden! | |
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