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'.

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