Amy Grant - The 6th Of January (Yasgur's Farm) Lyrics

She says maybe it's the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man 60's playlist and a beer I'm suddenly 16 again What's the future hold in store What's it hiding up its sleeve All that wide-eyed hope Were we so naive

Hey mister where's the road to Yasgur's farm He stares at me with pity and alarm Says that crowd left here long ago Scattered all to hell and Harper's Ferry On the 6th of January

I'm shopping for some groceries Muzak piped in overhead They only play the melody I hear the words John Lennon said Asking me to imagine As I fight this cart with crooked wheels He's either bent over laughing Or spinning in his Strawberry Fields

Where's the road to Yasgur's farm He stares at me with pity and alarm Says that crowd left here long ago Scattered all to hell and Harper's Ferry On the 6th of January And we're driving home and the radio plays What's goin' on? Marvin Gaye Is it right on red or left on MLK I look ahead and realize we've lost our way

Hey mister where's the road to Yasgur's farm He stares at me with pity and alarm Says that crowd left here long ago Scattered all to hell and Harper's Ferry On the 6th of January On the 6th of January