Bobbi Kelly Ercoline became a silent iconic symbol of the Woodstock generation after featuring on the front of the festival’s 1970 soundtrack album, has died. The news was announced by her husband, Nick Ercoline, who appeared with her on the cover. Just imagine how many people who attended the original Woodstock festival have died since those three days of music. That picture still captures the innocence of a time long gone. Embraced for an undetermined future that lay promise for baby boomers after the festival. Nothing was delivered. Are we better off since 1969?
Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, “Tell me, where are you going?”
And this he told me
Said, “I’m going down to Yasgur’s Farm
Gonna join a rock ‘n’ roll band
Got to get back to the land
Set my soul free”
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Well, then can I walk beside you?
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog
In somethin’ turning
And maybe it’s the time of year
Yes, and maybe it’s the time for man
And I don’t know who I am
But life is for learning
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
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 jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devil’s bargain
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden