By the time we got to Woodstock,
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes
Riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzF_MoXOU1E
Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day. The day's divinity First thing you see.