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Gather 'round people, wherever you roam |
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And admit that the waters around you have grown |
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And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone |
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If your time to you is worth saving |
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Then you better start swimming 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, prophesize with your pen |
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Keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again |
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And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin |
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And there's no telling who that it's naming |
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For the loser now will be later to win |
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For the times they are a-changin' |
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Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call |
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Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall |
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For he who gets hurt will be he who has stalled |
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There's a battle outside, and it's raging |
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It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your halls |
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For the times they are a-changin' |
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Come mothers and fathers throughout the land |
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And don't criticize what you can't understand |
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Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command |
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Your old road is rapidly aging |
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Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand |
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For the times they are a-changin' |
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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 times they are a-changin' |
