Well, I came upon a child of God, he was walking along the road, and I asked him, tell me where
are you going? He said, told me. Said, I'm going down to Yazdak's farm, gonna join in a rock and roll band. Got to get back to the land that sets my soul free.
We are starved of gold, we are barren, and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, ain't kind of wrong this I do, I have come to lose my smarts, and I feel myself a -caught in something turning.
And maybe it's the time of year, yes, and maybe it's the time of man, and I don't know, I never like this for learning.
We are starved of gold, we are barren, and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
We are starved of gold, we are barren, and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a billion strong, and everywhere was a song and a celebration.
And I dreamed I saw a bomb at the flames, riding shotgun in the sky, turning into butterflies above our nation.
We are starved of gold, we are barren, and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
We are starved of gold, we are barren, and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
