"Woodstock" Written by Joni Mitchell Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young's Version: Well, I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him Tell me, where are you going This he told me Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm Gonna join in a rock and roll band Got to 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 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 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 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 Joni Mitchell's Original Version: I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm gonna join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm gonna camp out on the land I'm gonna 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 And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well, maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who I am But you know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden 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 song And celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Ridin' shotgun in the sky And they were turnin' into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust Billion year old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden | Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young Recording: Joni Mitchell Live Version: |
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