Come writers and critics who
prophecies 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 mothers and fathers throughout
the land
And don't criticize what you
don'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'
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's ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows
and rattle your walls
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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