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Odstock
Coordinates: 51°02′02″N 1°47′28″W / 51.034°N 1.791°W / 51.034; -1.791
Odstock is a village and civil parish about 2.5 miles (4.0 km) south of Salisbury in Wiltshire, England. The parish includes the village of Nunton with its nearby hamlet of Bodenham. The parish is in the valley of the River Ebble, which joins the Hampshire Avon near Bodenham.
In the woods about Odstock are earthworks. The meaning of the name is probably "Odo's stockade".
Odstock Down is a biological Site of Special Scientific Interest.
History
Fragmentary records from Saxon times indicate that the Ebble valley was a thriving area, the River Ebble also being known as the River Chalke. The Domesday Book in 1086 divided the Chalke Valley into eight manors, Chelke (Chalke), Eblesborne (Ebbesbourne Wake), Fifehide (Fifield Bavant), Cumbe (Coombe Bissett), Humitone (Homington), Odestoche (Odstock), Stradford (Stratford Tony) and Trow (circa Alvediston and Tollard Royal).
Oliver Cromwell is said to have stayed in Odstock in a 17th-century house that was once an inn called the Parsonage.
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WOODSTOCK
by: James TaylorWoodstock
(Joni Mitchell)
Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, tell me, where are you going
This he told me:
Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land
And set my soul free
(Refrain)
We are stardust
We are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we 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 something turning
And maybe it's the time of year
Yes, and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am
But life is for learning
(Refrain twice)
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 got to get ourselves
Back to the garden