Woodstock by Debra Cohen MUSIC

I came upon a child of God, he was walking along the road, and I
asked him where are you going - this he told me:
I’m going down to Yasgur’s farm, gonna join in a rock n roll band
I’m gonna get back to The Land and get my soul free.
We are stardust, we are golden, We are billion year old carbon


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 its the time of year, Or maybe its 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’ve got to get ourselves back to the Garden.

By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong
And everywhere was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies above the 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
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

• Alternative
• CSNY
• Garden of Eden
• God
• Hebrew music
• Praise and Worship
• Woodstock
• World
• dance music for sad people
• hippies
• instrumental music
• joni mitchell
• Clearwater