PEACE, LOVE AND MUSIC - 40 YEARS LATER
Remembering Woodstock – on the 40th Anniversary
AUGUST, 2009
Was it really 40 years ago I heard the music play?
Sitting on the hill at “Yazgers Farm”
It blew us all away.
Was I ever that young and that naive
Just an idealistic kid
Without a care or consequence to anything I did?
I try to remember the moment
When I came to realize
That history was happening
Right before my eyes.
I try to remember the magic
And the calm tranquility
Of feeling the way I did back then
And thinking it would always be.
We drifted there for days on end
And everyone was brother and friend
We drifted tighter – one and all
And 40 years later I still recall
The mud – the storm – the melodies
The choppers in the air
The haunting strains of Hendrix
That filled the smoky air
The food – the friends – the bathrooms
The burning of the bra
The freedom and togetherness
That left everyone in awe
And when we finally drove away
Somehow inside I knew
That things would change from that day on
And of course, that I’d change too
We grew up and we grew older
And most would assimilate
Even the rash and radical
Would eventually play it straight
But deep inside my memory
To this very day
I remember the Woodstock Nation
When I heard the music play
AUGUST, 2009
Was it really 40 years ago I heard the music play?
Sitting on the hill at “Yazgers Farm”
It blew us all away.
Was I ever that young and that naive
Just an idealistic kid
Without a care or consequence to anything I did?
I try to remember the moment
When I came to realize
That history was happening
Right before my eyes.
I try to remember the magic
And the calm tranquility
Of feeling the way I did back then
And thinking it would always be.
We drifted there for days on end
And everyone was brother and friend
We drifted tighter – one and all
And 40 years later I still recall
The mud – the storm – the melodies
The choppers in the air
The haunting strains of Hendrix
That filled the smoky air
The food – the friends – the bathrooms
The burning of the bra
The freedom and togetherness
That left everyone in awe
And when we finally drove away
Somehow inside I knew
That things would change from that day on
And of course, that I’d change too
We grew up and we grew older
And most would assimilate
Even the rash and radical
Would eventually play it straight
But deep inside my memory
To this very day
I remember the Woodstock Nation
When I heard the music play