Lyrics
Well I came upon a child of God
He was walkin' along the road and I asked him
"Tell me where are you going?"
This he told me, said, "I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
I gotto get back to the land and set my soul free"
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Well then can I walk beside you
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turnin'
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 learnin'
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration
And I dreamed I saw the farmers
Just play his ridin' 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 got to get ourselves back to the garden
He was walkin' along the road and I asked him
"Tell me where are you going?"
This he told me, said, "I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
I gotto get back to the land and set my soul free"
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Well then can I walk beside you
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turnin'
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 learnin'
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration
And I dreamed I saw the farmers
Just play his ridin' 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 got to get ourselves back to the garden