Written 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 swimming

Or you'll sink like a stone

For the times they are a changin



Come writers and critics

who prophesize with your pen

Keep your eyes open

The chance won't come again

Watch what you say

For the wheel's still in spin

And there ain't tellin' 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 who gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

The battle outside raging

It'll rattle your windows

and shake down your walls

For the times they are a changin



Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticise

What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is rapidly aging

Get out of the new one

If you can't lend your hand

For the times they are a changin