The Times They Are A-Changin', 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'.