"The Times They Are A-Changin'" lyrics
(originally by Bob Dylan)
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 saving
And you better start swimming
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a-changing
Come writers and critics who prophesy with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
Don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling who that it's naming
'Cause the loser now will be later to win
For the times, they are a-changing
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
With a battle outside will be raging
It'll strike at your windows and rattle your walls
For the times, they are a-changing
Mothers and fathers throughout the land
Don't criticize things that you don't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
And your old world is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times, they are a-changing
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
Your old world is rapidly fading
And the first one now will later be last
For the times, they are a-changing
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 saving
And you better start swimming
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a-changing
Come writers and critics who prophesy with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
Don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling who that it's naming
'Cause the loser now will be later to win
For the times, they are a-changing
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
With a battle outside will be raging
It'll strike at your windows and rattle your walls
For the times, they are a-changing
Mothers and fathers throughout the land
Don't criticize things that you don't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
And your old world is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times, they are a-changing
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
Your old world is rapidly fading
And the first one now will later be last
For the times, they are a-changing
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
