THIRD   Verse.By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong

there was song

And everywhere
and celebration

And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our Nation

We are stardust

We are golden

We are billion-year-old carbon
Stardust Golden
And we've got to get ourselves

Back to the garden