Lyrics
Well, I came upon a child of god
Encountering a person considered pure or spiritually connected
He was walking along the road
Observing the person walking along a path
And I asked him, tell me where are you going?
Inquiring about the person's destination and purpose
This he told me
Learning the person's response
Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm
Expressing intent to go to Yasgur's farm for music and freedom
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
Joining a rock and roll band for a communal experience
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free
Desiring to reconnect with nature and liberate the soul
We are stardust, we are golden
Affirming the shared cosmic origin and essence of humanity
We are billion year old carbon
Highlighting the ancient nature of human existence
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Emphasizing the need to return to a harmonious state
Well, then can I walk beside you?
Expressing a desire to accompany and share the journey
I have come to lose the smog
Seeking to escape pollution and find personal purpose
And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turning
Feeling like a small part of a larger transformative process
And maybe it's the time of year
Contemplating the influence of the season on life
And well maybe it's the time of man
Reflecting on the impact of the era on humanity
And I don't know who I am
Expressing uncertainty about personal identity
But life is for learning
Acknowledging life as a continuous learning experience
We are stardust, we are golden
Reiterating the shared cosmic nature of humanity
We are billion year old carbon
Reemphasizing the ancient origin of human beings
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Stressing the importance of returning to a harmonious state
By the time we got to Woodstock
Recalling the experience of Woodstock with a large crowd
We were half a million strong
Highlighting the massive turnout at the event
And everywhere was a song and a celebration
Noting the pervasive atmosphere of music and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
Describing a dream involving military planes transforming
Riding shotgun in the sky
Observing the planes in the sky, possibly symbolizing war
Turning into butterflies
Imagining the planes turning into symbols of transformation
Above our nation
Reflecting on a surreal and transformative national experience
We are stardust, we are golden
Reiterating the cosmic connection and essence of humanity
We are caught in the devils bargain
Acknowledging challenges and conflicts in human existence
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Emphasizing the imperative to return to a harmonious state
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