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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 have come 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 were 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 |
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