August fifteenth through eighteenth be
The time that Woodstock music played,
Fifty year anniversary
When culture history was made.
More than four hundred thousand came
In '69 to the Catskills
To Max Yasgur's farm and could claim,
"I was there, " in those crowded hills.
Four days of peace and music to
Groove to the Aquarius Age,
One of the wildest weekends, true,
A time and place that took front stage.
Older and grayer some still rock
To memories made at Woodstock.
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