Song by Joni Mitchell

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 and 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 

Then can I walk beside you 
I [bad word] 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 was 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 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden