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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
Then you better start swimming
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 telling who
That it's naming
For 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.
There's a battle outside
And it's raging
It'll 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 aging.
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 fading.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.