I left with my bag
It was 1969
Enjoying smoking a joint
Feeling happy and feeling fine
I was going to Woodstock
It was the age of love
The Children of God walked
Amongst the waves from above
With flowers in my hair
And peace in my heart
I just had to be there
Right from the very start
I walked across the field
A girl danced in motion
In front of me she kneeled
Before giving me the notion
That we should become one
To which I left the earth
A spiritual journey had begun
Our karma gave birth
I enjoyed the bands
The dancing and the vibe
We all held hands
A precious memory when I felt so alive