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Max Yasgurv I'm a Farmer...‏


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Yasgur

I'm a farmer, 
I don't know how to speak 
to twenty people at one time, 
let alone a crowd like this. 

But I think you people 
have proven something to the world 
— not only to the Town of Bethel, 
you've proven something to the world. 

This is the largest group of people 
ever assembled in one place. 

We have had no idea 
that there would be 
this size group, 
and because of that 
you've had quite a few 
inconveniences as far as 
water, food, and so forth. 

Your producers 
have done a mammoth job 
to see that you're taken care of... 
they'd enjoy a vote of thanks. 

But above that, 
the important thing 
that you've proven to the world 
is that a half a million kids 
— and I call you kids 
because I have children 
that are older than you are — 
a half million young people 
can get together 
and have three days 
of fun and music 
and have nothing 
but fun and music, 
and I God Bless You for it!

...

          "Woodstock"

Well I came upon a child of God, 
he was walking along the road
And I asked him 
tell me, where are you going?, 
when 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, 
set my soul free.

We are stardust, we are golden, 
we are a 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 smog,
and I feel myself a cog 
in something turning.

And maybe it's the time of the year, 
yes, and maybe it's 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 a billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves 
back to the garden.

(solo)

We are stardust, we are golden, 
we are a billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves 
back to the garden.

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 bombers death planes 
riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies 
above our nation.

We are stardust, we are golden, 
we are caught in the devil's bargain,
and we got to get ourselves 
back to the garden.

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