Well I came upon a child of God, she was walking along the road
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And I asked her tell where are you going, this she told me:
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She said, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm, going to join in a rock and roll band.
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Got to camp on to the land, and set my soul free.
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We are stardust, we are golden
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And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
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Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog.
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And I feel myself a cog in something turning.
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And maybe it's the time of year, yes, said maybe it's the time of man.
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And I don't know who I am but life is for learning.
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We are stardust, we are golden
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And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
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By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong,
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And everywhere was song and celebration.
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And I dreamed I saw the bomber riding shotgun in the sky,
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Turning into butterflies above our nation.
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We are stardust, we are golden
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And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
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Woodstock
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