Come gather 'round people
Where ver you roam
And admit that the waters
Aro und you have grown
And a ccept it that soon
You'll be d renched 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 p rophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance w on't come again
And d on't speak too soon
For the w heel'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
Pl ease heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't blo ck up the hall
For h e that gets hurt
Will be h e 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
Througho ut the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your s ons and your daughters
Are b eyond 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'.
B♭m F＃ C＃ G＃7 F＃ C＃ G＃7 C＃ F＃ G＃7 C＃
The line it is drawn
The c urse it is cast
The slow one now
Will l ater be fast
As the p resent now
Will l ater 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'.
