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Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And a ccept 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 s ink like a stone
For the t imes they are a-ch angin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And d on'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 lat er to win
For the t imes they are a-ch angin'.
Come s enators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For h e that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle ou tside ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And r attle your walls
For the t imes they are a-ch angin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your s ons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Ra pidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you c an't lend your hand
For the t imes they are a-ch angin'.
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The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the p resent now
Will later be past
The order is
Ra pidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Wi ll later be last
For the t imes the y are a- changin'.
