The suns rays baked them gave them their power.
Daisy chains they wore on their heads it was the Woodstock flower.
Janis Joplin wailed as she screeched out the blues.
People made love in the wet Woodstock dew.
Woodstock I wish, I could say is a memory away.
Then maybe people would understand why I think this way.
Barefoot I would walk day dream in tomorrow.
Sun hits my face I feel no pain and no sorrow.
I give my heart even though I may be left to trust.
Like the music in Woodstock I love to lust.
Like the daisies hanging freely on the Woodstock chain.
I really want and need to feel all that love again…….
So let the rains come down soak me to the bone.
Let me feel love and music before I turn to stone.