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, senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't lock up the hall
For he who gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
The a battle outside ragin'
Will 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 a hand
For the times they are a-changin'

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bob Dylan