Written by Bob Dylan
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Come gather round people
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Wherever you roam
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And admit that the waters
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Around you have grown
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And accept it that soon
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You'll be drenched to the bone
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If your time to you is worth savin'
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Then you better start swimming
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Or you'll sink like a stone
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For the times they are a changin
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Come writers and critics
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who prophesize with your pen
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Keep your eyes open
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The chance won't come again
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Watch what you say
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For the wheel's still in spin
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And there ain't tellin' who that it's naming
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For the loser now
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Will be later to win
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For the times they are a changin
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Come senators, congressmen
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Please heed the call
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Don't stand in the doorway
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Don't block up the hall
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For he who gets hurt
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Will be he who has stalled
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The battle outside raging
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It'll rattle your windows
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and shake down your walls
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For the times they are a changin
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Come mothers and fathers
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Throughout the land
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And don't criticise
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What you can't understand
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Your sons and your daughters
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Are beyond your command
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Your old road is rapidly aging
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Get out of the new one
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If you can't lend your hand
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For the times they are a changin
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The Times They Are A Changin
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| The Byrds |
