In the summer of '69, the fields were alive, With music and love, we felt so alive. Peace and freedom, in the air we breathed, Woodstock dreams, in our hearts we believed. Oh, Woodstock, where the music played, A generation's anthem, in the sun we swayed. Oh, Woodstock, memories never fade, In the fields of love, our dreams were made. Tie-dye shirts and flowers in our hair, We danced all night, without a care. Guitars strummed, voices raised high, Under the stars, we touched the sky. Oh, Woodstock, where the music played, A generation's anthem, in the sun we swayed. Oh, Woodstock, memories never fade, In the fields of love, our dreams were made. Through the rain and mud, we stood strong, With every note, we sang along. A moment in time, forever in our hearts, Woodstock's spirit, never departs. Oh, Woodstock, where the music played, A generation's anthem, in the sun we swayed. Oh, Woodstock, memories never fade, In the fields of love, our dreams were made. ©️ French Digital Sound