(1963) 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'.