Follow That étoile, star in the East, Officer

Were toi at the miracle of Woodstock?
the third largest city in New York State
surrounded par tiny rivers of hate
conceived in magic
born in music
and rocked in fields of alfafa, baby
Were toi ther on the highway called Happy?
where the Jefferson Airplane streaked through the sky
explodin' like a comet over Philippine Pound
while the cattle were lowin' and roamin' around
diggin' the sound
and the Wise Men rode on a Day-Glo bus
"Oh, come along with us
and make the scene
where Groovy Way meets Gentle Path
at the intersection of Freedom
and we'll all take a bath in lait and honey"
Come along now
and we'll reach for a song
we'll drink up a cupful of green meadow grass
ou some rain on the rocks
and we'll find us a lit near the Greatful Dead
Girl, if toi go, I'll tell toi true
the road's not straight
but just toi wait
till toi see the view
from the haut, retour au début of yourself
Were toi there at the miracle of Woodstock?
where the hazy smoke of Uranus dreams
softened the cries
of Melanie par the Mountain
Did toi drown with Joan in cool Sweetwater
to the piper's patter of Blood, Sweat and Tears
Were toi there?
did toi care
when Arlo jumped clear over the Moon?
Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and his fiddle
He turned on the stars not a wish to soon
Did toi see the horizons of multitudes?
wearin' arc en ciel robes and muddy boots
where Country Joe shared his poisson in the stable
with a couple of loaves from Max's Farm
and Man, it poured down all that bread
on all those beautiful people
like it did before
way up in the hills
when everybody shared his picnic basket
at the great Jerusalem love-in
Oh, were toi there when we rang the bells of Woodstock?
so Richie Havens could hear us pray
while Janis flew high on the Milky Way
How long did she stay out there and groove?
Girl, did toi throb
to the chant of l’amour me
touch me-heal me
feel me turn to gold
beneath soggy tents of plenty?
Oh, girl, did toi feel me turn to gold?
Then let it be told
that the sermon was preached with Creedence
at the swingin' clearwater Revival-so fine
in the an of our Lord
Nineteen hundred and sixty nine
Did toi catch the sight of Jimi and Tim?
takin' up a collection of warm
while the choir sang true
with an Incredible String Band
that wrapped your head in swaddling blankets
Were toi there at the miracle of Woodstock?
where the Canned Heat burned
around the Butterfield Blues
eggin' on the Quill to call Santana
and spill plus chords on Sly
so the Family Stone could pass the laughter
for Ten Years After
How many Bulls kissed a Moon Child's eyes
near the tree
where the Ram lay down with the Lion
and the Goat learned to talk with the Virgin
to the echo of a hundred guitars
and the Twins touched Venus on the way to Mars
Were toi there with the many
when they saw the Who?
Did it tremble toi
to hear Johnny Winter come wailin' through
a summer sky
tossin' midnight moods to Bert and Ravi
Did toi wonder why it made toi cry?
Oh, how many ballads do toi think were sung
par Keef and McDonald
for the l’amour of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
and how many bébés were bundled in sighs
to the rhythm of Sebastian's rock-a-byes
cradled par The Band that filled this big land
of rockets' red glare
with l’amour burstin' in air
to give proof through the night
and par dawn's early light
that the message was there
so far out of sight
it left toi mind
way behind
your soul
Were toi there at the miracle of Woodstock?
when five hundred thousand Aquarian hearts
whispered a secret from one to another
"There's a lot of us here
and if we're all gonna make it
we;d better remember
each guy is our brother"
so
Pace, Man, Peace
oh, tidings of great joy!
oh
Peace, Man, Peace