Come gather 'round people |
Wherever you roam |
And admit that the waters |
Around you have grown |
And accept it that soon |
You'll be drenched to the bone. |
If your time to you Is worth savin' |
Then you better start swimmin' |
Or you'll sink like a stone |
For the times they are a-changin'. |
Come writers and critics |
Who prophesize with your pen |
And keep your eyes wide |
The chance won't come again |
And don't speak too soon |
For the wheel's still in spin |
And there's no tellin' |
Who that it's namin'. |
'Cause the loser now |
Will be later to win |
For the times they are a-changin'. |
Come senators, congressmen |
Please heed the call |
Don't stand in the doorway |
Don't block up the hall |
For he that gets hurt |
Will be he who has stalled |
The battle outside ragin' |
Will soon shake your windows *) |
And rattle your walls |
For the times they are a-changin'. |
Come mothers and fathers |
Throughout the land |
And don't criticize |
What you can't understand |
Your sons and your daughters |
Are beyond your command |
Your old road is rapidly agin'. |
Please get out of the new one |
If you can't lend your hand |
For the times they are a-changin'. |
The line it is drawn |
The curse it is cast |
The slow one now |
Will later be fast |
As the present now |
Will later be past |
The order is rapidly fadin'. |
And the first one now |
Will later be last |
For the times they are a-changin'. |