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 'n 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.