| 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 loving here today, yeah | |
| 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 loving here today | |
| Picket lines and picket signs | |
| Don't punish me with brutality | |
| Talk to me, so that you can see | |
| What's going on, what's going on | |
| Hey, what's going on | |
| I'll tell you, what's going on | |
| Mother, mother | |
| Everybody thinks we're wrong | |
| Oh, but who are they to judge us | |
| Simply 'cause our hair is long | |
| Oh, you know we've got to find a way | |
| To bring some understanding here today | |
| Picket lines and picket signs | |
| Don't punish me with brutality | |
| Come on and talk to me, so that you can see | |
| Oh what's going on, hey what's going on | |
| Tell me, what's going on | |
| I'll tell you, what's going on | |
| Mother, mother | |
| Father, father | |
| Brother, brother, brother | |
| What's going on |