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 roam beside you? 
I have come to lose the smog, 
And I feel myself a cog in somethin' 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 death planes 
Riding shotgun in the sky, 
Turning into butterflies 
Above our nation. 

We are stardust, we are golden, 
We are caught in the devils bargain, 
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

CSN