Finding God In the Music: Woodstock

Well, I came upon a child of GodHe was walking along the roadAnd I asked him, tell me, where are you goingThis he told meSaid, I'm going down to Yasgur's FarmGonna join in a rock and roll bandGot to get back to the land and set my soul freeWe are stardust, we are goldenWe are billion year old carbonAnd we’ve got to get ourselves back to the gardenWell, then can I roam beside you?I have come to lose the smog,And I feel myself a cog in something turningAnd maybe it's the time of yearYes and maybe it's the time of manAnd I don't know who I amBut life is for learningWe are stardust, we are goldenWe are billion year old carbonAnd we got to get ourselves back to the gardenBy the time we got to WoodstockWe were half a million strongAnd everywhere was a song and a celebrationAnd I dreamed I saw the bomber death planesRiding shotgun in the sky,Turning into butterfliesAbove our nationWe are stardust, we are goldenWe are caught in the devil’s bargainAnd we got to get ourselves back to the garden