Album: Someday We'll All Be Free
Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There’s far too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today — Ya Father, father
We don’t need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Picket lines and picket signs
Don’t punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
Oh, what’s going on What’s going on Ya, what’s going on Ah, what’s going on In the mean time
Right on, baby
Right on Right on Father, father, everybody thinks we’re wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us Simply because our hair is long
Oh, you know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today
Oh Picket lines and picket signs
Don’t punish me with brutality
Talk to me So you can see
What’s going on Ya, what’s going on Tell me what’s going on
I’ll tell you what’s going on — Uh Right on baby
Right on baby