[1970-1974 Best Songs]
Billboard Top 100, 1971, #79
Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, Tell me, where are you going?
This he told me
Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm,
Gonna join in a rock and roll band.
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free.
[chorus]
We are stardust, we are golden,
We are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I roam beside you?
I have come to lose the smod,
And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turning.
And maybe it's the time of year,
Yes and maybe it's the time of man.
And I don't know who I am,
But life is for learning.
By the time we got to Woodstock,
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden,
We are caught in the devils bargain,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Woodstock was actually written by Joni Mitchell, who in fact didn't even attend the show, but instead wrote it while watching TV from a New York City hotel room. Her agent insisted that it was most important she appear on the Dick Cavett Show.
David Crosby said "She captured the feeling and importance of the Woodstock festival better than anyone who’d been there.” In her words: "The deprivation of not being able to go provided me with an intense angle on Woodstock."Joni's version is a wistful, almost aching ballad.
Crosby, Still, Nash and Young, of course, did make the show. They turned the song right on it's head, reuniting the sound of the festival itself with the lyrics that couldn't be there.
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, Tell me, where are you going?
This he told me
Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm,
Gonna join in a rock and roll band.
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free.
[chorus]
We are stardust, we are golden,
We are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I roam beside you?
I have come to lose the smod,
And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turning.
And maybe it's the time of year,
Yes and maybe it's the time of man.
And I don't know who I am,
But life is for learning.
By the time we got to Woodstock,
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden,
We are caught in the devils bargain,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Woodstock was actually written by Joni Mitchell, who in fact didn't even attend the show, but instead wrote it while watching TV from a New York City hotel room. Her agent insisted that it was most important she appear on the Dick Cavett Show.
David Crosby said "She captured the feeling and importance of the Woodstock festival better than anyone who’d been there.” In her words: "The deprivation of not being able to go provided me with an intense angle on Woodstock."Joni's version is a wistful, almost aching ballad.
Crosby, Still, Nash and Young, of course, did make the show. They turned the song right on it's head, reuniting the sound of the festival itself with the lyrics that couldn't be there.
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