[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 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'
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 is ragin'
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 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'.